Plot 13.6
Her mind was disjointed at best by this point. It was everything she could do to keep focused on what was happening right then and now, rather than being shoved back into the past she didn’t want to think about. Michael’s hold on her arms was one of the only things keeping her paying attention to what was happening, every movement in the small room putting her more on edge than she already was.
Feli’s panicking didn’t help her cling to the present. He was positive that she’d just died, obviously taking the blame himself just like with everything before. Her hands dug into her pants, begging to keep it all together for just long enough to get back into bed. Then she could lose it, have any horrid dream and just be trapped there until someone woke her up again.
Maybe then she could feel a little better, get out of this sad haze and the guilt that refused to leave her alone. At least sleeping would stop her from jumping at every noise, even the most expected thing seemed to drive her up the wall.
She just wanted Feli to feel better, to stop running away and just come back to the house where they could sleep some more. Gemma wanted Laevis to stay away and Michael to keep everyone else from bothering them, so maybe just for once they could be okay.