Page 94 of Mine Forever
“Shitty all the way around.”
“Yeah.” I sigh and look around the room. “What time is it? It’s so dark in here.”
“It’s about eleven.”
“In the morning?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I guess that’s one way to get some extra sleep. I haven’t slept for ten hours or so in…well, I can’t remember how long.”
“Um, Eden. You’ve been out for two days.”
My mouth drops open. “What? I slept for two days?”
He nods. “You don’t remember waking up a few times when I helped you to the bathroom?”
In my shocked haze, I dimly recall Chase walking me to the bathroom, but I thought it was a dream. “I thought I was dreaming.”
“No, it really happened.”
He pulls my phone out of his pocket. “You should be able to look at a screen now without too much of a headache. A woman named Katie is blowing up your phone, so I answered it yesterday and let her know what’s going on. She said to call her when you could and that she had everything covered.”
“Thank you.”
I reach out gingerly and take the phone from him.
He’s careful not to touch me. In fact, I just realized that he sat next to me, but only close enough to give me the water. He’s careful not to touch me or get too close.
I study his posture, and for the first time since I woke up, I notice his body is tense and he looks ready to bolt.
What’s happened the last two days while I was out cold?
“Chase, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
WhatdoI mean?
I can’t really put it into words.
All I know is that the Chase I spent time with before the accident is not the same man in front of me now.
This is the Chase I saw when I first arrived on the island afew days ago.
Has it only been a few days ago? A helluva lot has changed in such a short period of time.
When I don’t say anything more, he stands, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’ve got some things to do. If you need me, just shoot me a text.”
“Chase, wait a minute.” I swing my legs over to the side of the bed, and when the room stops moving, I stand and face him. “What’s going on with you?”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “There’s nothing going on with me.”
His flat, unemotional tone matches the stony mask on his face.
It’s like I don’t know him at all.
I stare into his eyes, searching for something, anything, that would show me the real Chase.
