Isha
I heard a whimper and my eyes popped open. I held my breath, listening hard. I head agian. I lifted my head, the bedside clock read three fifteen in the morning. Dawson, Ford and Davis were dead to the world, but I didn’t see Mic anywhere.
I slowly slipped out of bed, and as my feet hit the floor another whimper came from my left. I rounded the bed and there was Mic, curled in a ball on the floor. I crept over to him and crouched down. He must have fallen out of bed. Which I don’t see how. The bed was huge, and they all converged in the middle because I was in the middle.
I put my hand on his shoulder, and suddenly I was grabbed and under him. His eyes were wild and unfocused.
“I have to keep you safe. You must stay down, don’t speak,” he whispered.
I brought my hand to h
