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Something is in my hair. I swat at it. Damn flies. I must have left a window open. Is that giggling? I pry one eye open.
“Hey, there,” Brooklyn says.
“Brooklyn?”
“How are you feeling?”
I’m trying to piece together a puzzle. Am I dreaming? Is Brooklyn really here? Why is Brooklyn here?
“I’m sorry I woke you,” she says.
Slowly, the morning comes back to me. “When did I fall asleep? Oh—God. I’m so sorry.” I sit up quickly and my head starts to spin.
“Take it easy,” Brooklyn tells me. “You don’t need to be sorry. You need to rest.”
“What time is it?”
“It’s a little after two.”
“What? Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Because you need sleep, Carter. I had work to do.”
“We were going to go through my—”
“I managed. I took some liberties,” she confesses. “Made some decisions about your subscriptions. You can always reinstate them if you want.”
“Did you finish?”
“I did.”
I start to get up.
“What are you doing?”
“If you’re done, I should walk you out.”
“Did you want me to leave?”
She sounds hurt. “No.” I don’t want her to leave.
“Then relax and lie back down. Do you feel like eating something?”
I nod.
“Okay. Soup?”
I nod again. I hate to admit this, but a simple nod makes my head throb. “You don’t have to—"
“Just be quiet,” she tells me. “Do you have any soup, or do I need to go out?”
“There’s some in the pantry.”
“Okay.”
“Brooklyn, I—”