This one is a bit of a short chapter today. Nothing else to say but "enjoy!".
I woke up in my bed, gasping for air, and sat up abruptly. My gaze dropped to my stomach, finding nothing there. I slumped back onto the bed, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"It was just a dream. You're fine," I whispered to myself, repeating it like a mantra.
"You okay?" a voice broke through the haze of my thoughts. I turned to my left to see the new kid. I worked to calm my breathing before responding.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine," I said, clearing my throat and sitting up.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were roommates with Oliver. Let me guess, you said something, he overreacted, got triggered, and you two got separated?"
"Yeah, actually, how did you know?" He asked.
"He does it a lot, more than most people would think. He hasn't had a roommate since I've been here, and I've been here for a while now," I explained.
Changing the subject, he gestured toward my hand, which was now wrapped in a bandage. "So, what happened to your hand?" he inquired.
I struggled to find words to explain but was saved by the sound of the door unlocking. Glancing at the time, I said, "It's group therapy time."