Chapter 22: Good To Know

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. -Edgar Allan Poe

A fanfare of crickets chirp in my ear. It intensifies the pounding. Shards of light filter through the tree branches, stinging my eyes. Rolling onto my back, I raise a hand to shield my eyes then open them again. The leaves overhead swaying in the afternoon breeze. Taking in a deep breath, I pull myself to a sitting position.

"Hey, you had me worried."

"Where are we?"

Drake kneels over me. "About a mile from the house."

"My ribs are sore."

"I'm not surprised. Do you feel pain anywhere else?"

"You mean besides my chest?"

"Yeah," he says with a grin.

"Only my head."

He raises a hand to my face. Touching my cheekbone, he wipes away a tear.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You're going to be fine. Please, don't cry." He sits up and holds me.

"I should've told Paul what I thought the pitcher was made of last night. I didn't know."