Page 37 of Our Little Monster
I opened it.
Sam: Mickey’s. Tomorrow morning.
Damn, she had gotten to town faster than I anticipated. Where had she been yesterday? Wait, how long had I been out?
“How long have I been here?” I asked slowly.
“Two days. Honestly, Doc got a little worried when he first looked you over,” Bastian remarked.
“Where am I?”
“In our house?” He looked at me with a puzzled expression.
“I meant whose room is this?”
He smirked. “Mine.”
“This whole house and you decided to put me in your room?”
“Well, I had to be sure to keep a watchful eye on you, of course.”
“And risk getting blood on your silk sheets, howthoughtfulof you.”
“If you think a little mess scares me, love, you’re sorely mistaken.” He shifted around to exit. “We’ll be downstairs. Call for us if you need anything; we saved our numbers in your phone. Thorne will be back up here later with some food, so get some rest.”
Bastian walked out of the room, leaving the door cracked. The emptiness in the space instantly made my eyes heavy and my adrenaline subside, and I wondered if he actually had put something in the water or if my body was truly this damn tired. I assumed the latter.
I didn’t even get the chance to scoot back down into the bed. My head lolled to the side, and I was in that in-between state of being asleep but not fully, as if my body refused to allow me to slumber with so many monsters this close to me.
Regardless, it didn’t matter. Those monsters haunted my nightmares anytime I closed my eyes for too long.
I heard something slide across the nightstand, and I instantly stirred awake. My breathing quickened, and pain shot through my body from the jerky movement.
“Hey, it’s just me,” Thorne whispered as I came out of my dazed sleep.
He gently moved a strand of hair out of my face and behind my ear, making me flinch back. He paused, putting a little bit of space between us.
“I brought you some food,” he said, and I smelled it before I saw it. The scent was heavenly. The whole room smelled delicious, as if it were the holidays and my mom had been cooking all day.
I made a mental note to ask them where they had gotten the food from because for something to smell this delicious, I knew I’d definitely want to come back. Maybe I could take Sam for her birthday in a few months.
Gods, Sam. I had to tell her about everything that happened, and I was unsure how she would take it tomorrow.
I glanced out of the window, noticing the sun was down now.
“How long was I out?” I asked, my voice weighted with a sleepy rasp.
“A few hours. I would have woken you up sooner, but I wanted you to get some rest,” Thorne replied, grabbing a small plastic cup from off the bedside table with two little pills inside it and handing it to me.
“What is it?” I narrowed my eyes at the medication.
“It’s pain meds. Take them, and then eat some dinner,” he said, motioning to the tray of food.
It looked to be a heaping bowl of stew with a buttered roll and a large glass of water. He handed me the water, and I took back the meds with one large gulp.
I went to sit up a little further, my brows furrowed in pain, and Thorne helped me. My body tensed at his touch.
“We’re not going to hurt you, Serina.” Thorne’s whisper tickled the shell of my ear before he put space between us and handed me the tray of food.
