Blythe's P.O.V.
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"You sure you're feeling better, kid?" Doc asked me. "It's really only been a few hours."
"I feel a lot better now that I've eaten and gotten more sleep," I told him for the third time. "And it's the next morning."
"Still, only a few hours," he muttered as he looked me over. "Maybe you should stay here for the day, where I can keep an eye on you."
"Well, I'd love to sleep on a bed that has blankets and pillows, but I shouldn't leave Butter alone for so long," I said.
"Butter," Doc grunted. "The hell kinda name is that?"
I rolled my eyes, but laughed lightly. I told Doc all about Butter and how we met. I also told him about my life in Nebraska. He tried to pry, tried to ask me why I had left my husband, why I never c
