Chapter 55
FIFTY-FIVE
SUTTON
- Present Day -
E verything hurts. My chest feels like someone is sitting on it, and as I try to to reach out, to rub at the painful spot but my arms feel like they are made of lead; I can’t move them. A weak sound comes out, and it takes a minute to register that the sounds came from me. Was that a groan?
“Hey!”
“Shh.”
“You’re alright, Shorty. We’re right here.”
Was that C al? I must be dreaming.
“We’re not going anywhere.”
J onah?
“It’s okay, Baby Girl. You rest. We’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Something infinitely gentle brushes over my head - a hand maybe?
A sense of familiar home washes over me, easing some of the panic and confusion.
Another sound escapes me, something between a whimper and a groan.
My throat is thick, and my eyes feel like they’re glued shut, refusing to open.
In spite of that, a sense of comfort fills me.
I wasn’t crazy. I did hear Jonah. And Callum.
I know I did. I feel like I’ve been run over with a truck, but they’re both here.
Everything feels heavy, but I don’t have the energy to keep fighting it. I’m not sure what’s going on, but they’re here. I’ll be okay. The thoughts fade as sleep takes hold once more.