Twenty seven
Crissy pov
I woke up the the other side of my bed cold and I jackknifed upwards, where the heck is Whyte. Oh God, I hope he is okay. I cannot stand it if anything happen to him. No, I am probably just upset and paranoid, there is nothing wrong with Whyte , besides if anything happen to him, my feelings will tell me. * just like they told you the exact moment that commander told you Whyte got injured too even though it happened about forty minutes earlier. *
Just relax Crissy, I said to myself in my mind. It could be that he is just downstairs enjoying a cup of ice cream with Chris and all our friends and just laughing while unwinding. Some how that fantasy still did not play out well in my head, probably because I did not make an ice cream machi
