I lean my head against Jake's chest and close my eyes. "You're not going to sleep are you?" Enoch says from the bed he's perched on. I open my eyes right back up, and glare at him. "Or are you just trying to touch Jacob's naked chest?" Enoch laughs, mockingly. My cheeks turn red, and I jump up, getting ready to melt his face off, but remember I have these stupid oven mitts on.
"Woh, woh, woh, let's calm down here," Jake says, and sets a calming hand on my shoulder. I sit back down on the bed. "Knock it off, Enoch," He adds. This is why I love him.
"And it's not like Hugh's bees are going to go anywhere anytime soon," I point out. "He can't even control them." Bronwyn tilts her head back, leaning it against the wall. Jake puts his arm back around me and we sit there, listening to the dull buzzing of bees behind the closed door. I do wish Miss Peregrine gets here soon, because I'm getting anxious. "Are you feeling better?" I ask Jake, rubbing his hand.
"I think so," He answers. "I've just got a headache, now." I half smile at him and close my eyes. If we're going to wait here until Miss Peregrine gets back I should at least try to get some sleep. Jake starts to rub my neck tenderly. We lay in the bed like that for a while, until Bronwyn suddenly breaks the silence.
"OLIVE!" She yells. She starts towards the door, but Enoch jumps in front of her.
"Where do you think your going?" He says in an accusing voice. Me and Jake stand up, getting ready to jump in if a fight breaks out.
"Olive, I left her downstairs tied to a bed like a dog, and now she needs my help!" Bronwyn yells, and shoves Enoch over. He didn't fly into the wall like I expected, but just tripped over to the side. Interesting. Bronwyn gets ready to punch the door down, and that's when I realize what she's about to do.
"Bronwyn, no! We'll get stung to death!" I yell. But it's too late. She punches the door with all of her strength, and we all brace ourselves for the oncoming swarms of bees. Nothing happens. I open my eyes. Bronwyn is standing in front of the door cradling her hand. "What'd you do?" I ask, getting closer.
"I broke my hand!" She yells, and shows me the injury. It's already swelling up, and all purple.
"Karma," Enoch states, smugly, and Jake shoves him onto the bed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Bronwyn. Why didn't you punch through the door?" I ask, puzzled.
"I don't know!" She whines.
"Here, how about you come lay down, and-"
"I'm not leaving Olive to die!" Bronwyn yells, hindering my sentence. She turns back to the door, and before anyone can stop her, she opens it up, and slips out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. I sigh.
"She's dead," Enoch announces, and Jake shoulders him into the bed a second time.