25 two against two

Becca

I wake up hours later in the bed, tucked close to Jason, with my hands resting covered in the healing foam. He must’ve carried me to bed, as I’m still fully dressed. I look back at him, and his droopy eyes blink.

“Hey,” he croaks.

“Thanks.” I turn to my back, keeping my hands over the covers. His arm slips back from my waist, and I instantly regret the move.

“Of course,” he replies with a slow smile.

“You can sleep. I’m fine and can take over the watch.” I whisper, glancing from the ceiling back to him.

“Are you sure?” Jason lifts his head, assessing me.

“Yeah. You need to sleep, too. I’ll wake you so we can leave at sunrise.”

He slowly nods and turns on his front, his hand under his pillow. Within a few minutes, his light snores tell me he is fast asleep. No surprise there. He didn’t sleep yesterday.

No matter where I look, I can’t tell the time. I sigh, cursing myself. I should’ve asked Jason. And for my phone, too. The idea of getting out of bed flies out of my head as quickl