Chapter 17 [3-3]

For a second, I wondered if we shouldn’t be holding each other like this, but does this mean that he still cares for me, or is he only being kind? If we had been like this before I fell asleep, I might not have had that dream. The thought about the dream had me shivering as I recall Chris’s face and I moved a bit away from Elliot, but he still had me in his arms. He must have noticed my discomfort and I felt his hands patting my back, trying to comfort me. I’m starting to feel a bit of pain in the pit of my stomach and I know it’s all the stress from having the panic attacks to the night terror.

“I’m tired,” I mumbled as I closed my eyes, feeling exhausted again.

“You’re going to be tired the whole day if you don’t rest,” Elliot replied.

“I know… I’m already getting a stomach ache,” I said, then sighed, feeling a little pain. “And I was feeling that earlier at my dad’s house.”

“Do you need some medicine?” He asked me.

“I think so,” I said, sitting up.

“Stay here. I’ll get it for