I wake up in my cabin bed with a warm hand on my forehead.
"Adam?" I mutter, hoping that was all a dream.
"Nope, sorry," Chase says.
I begin to sit up, but fall back down in pain. I lift up my camp day shirt a little to inspect my wound. I gaze at the dried blood that was falling in a straight line out of the purple bump.
"She cut a pretty gnarly wound on you," Chase says.
"Cut?" I ask.
"Yeah, didn't you see the ringknife on her index finger?" he asks.
I shake my head, confused.
"It's a new, expensive invention," Chase explains.
I nod and close my eyes, waiting for sleep to wash me away from this cruel world. I shiver, unable to escape.
"Chase?" I call.
"Will you lay with me? I'm cold," I say feebly.
"Sure." he replies.
Chase climbs into the queen size bed and holds me.
After a long, comforting silence he asks, "What do you think of me, Selena?"
"What do you mean?" I ask, suddenly confused.
"I mean, do you think of me as a best friend, or more?" he questions.
"Do you mean a super ultra mega best friend?" I ask, teasing him.
"Be serious, Selena," he says sternly.
"Oh, well I don't know..." I say, looking up at him.
He looks away. "Never mind. It was a stupid question."
I lay there, dumbfounded. I repeat the conversation in my mind. Then, I look up at Chase again. I really look at him this time. Dark circles are around his eyes, and his usual gelled hair is messy.
"Are you okay, Chase?" I ask, worried.
"Yeah, I've been up for a couple of days waiting for you to regain consciousness, but it's no big deal," he replies.
I narrow my eyes. "Sleep!" I order.
Chase obeys, probably wanting to sleep more than to argue with stubborn me. He closes his eyes, and soon his breathing softens. I sigh, ready for sleep too. I relax my tense shoulders, and take a deep breath. I'll just solve my problems tomorrow. Hopefully, Adam can wait for me, because I'm not giving up on him yet.