Twenty-eight

Someone is touching me, stroking my face. I peel my eyes open, my brain freezes as my gaze connects with El. Her fingers don’t stop tracing a line along my cheek, she smiles at my confused face and I blink twice. Am I dead? Is this what heaven feels like? I push those thoughts aside, I can’t even make heaven. 

The arms around my waist keep me from standing, I smile and pry Bren’s hand off me. She moans but remains asleep, I nudge Wyn whose legs are tangled in the sheet, I forgot she sleeps like a martial artist.

“Hey.” I curse. El giggles. Fuck. She’s real and she’s smiling at me. The girls are asleep, she doesn’t have to pretend to be happy to see me but here she is at the edge of my bed, smiling. I must be hallucinating. 

I stretch my hand for the pills, she helps me with it and I pop two into my mouth while she stares with a frown. “What are you doing here?” I whisper back, stiffening when Bren whimpers and rolls onto her stomach. I love having E