“Charlotte,” hearing my name pulled me out of the troughs of my dream.
I blinked repeatedly to get used to the light and saw Logan looking at me with concern all over his features. I pushed past him into the bathroom and bent over the toilet bowl to heave out yesterday’s dinner.
Logan immediately gathered my hair into a makeshift ponytail with his hand while the other rubbed my back in a comforting manner as he muttered words of encouragement in my ears. When I was done dry heaving, he let go of me and I rushed to the sink to brush my teeth.
He waited until I was done and seated on the bed before he crouched down to my height. I didn’t want him to ask anything so I spoke first, “What time is it?”
“It’s a little after midnight.”
“I guess I should try to get back to sleep.” I began but he cut me off.
“What happened?” I didn’t answer immediately so he cupped my cheek and made me look at him, “Talk to me; what happened?”