Fuck.
Tiny daggers sliced through my head.
Rolling my eyes fucking hurt, even though I’d taken as many pain meds as the doctor had said were safe.
“It’s just a concussion.”
And a head wound, a couple of scratches, and a sprained wrist. Not that I’d mention that. I was concussed, not stupid.
“Just a…”
“I’m gonna be fine. Did you listen to what Aries’s doctor said?”
“Yes. But I’d prefer it if you’d go in for imaging…”
I let out a yawn.
Maybe I could get a bit of sleep before we started arguing again?
My eyes definitely didn’t want to stay open anymore.
Though closing them brought back the images.
A head lying next to a body. Blood everywhere.
Aries kneeling on top of a person, tearing at their head.
A loud snap.
The person’s neck lengthening, the head lying at an unnatural angle.
Us, standing outside that garage as the fire started licking at the windows.
The heat.
The fumes.
Bennie retching violently.
Sirens in the distance.
“Finn…”
I held up a hand and opened my eyes again.
Why was this so hard?
“Later,” I said, not knowing what exactly I was promising.
“Okay. You can sleep. I’ll be watching over you.”
After everything, that probably shouldn’t sound comforting. But when my eyes fell closed again, I didn’t see blood or gore. I saw Eric’s face, his hard features softened by his gentle smile and the warmth radiating from his eyes.
I sat up with a start, my world turning as a sharp pain echoed through my skull.
“Did you call my work?” I asked, the thought suddenly in my head. “I have the opening shift on Friday. Wait… what day is it?”
I turned my head, careful not to move too fast.
