The next day I woke up late. The sun was shining, and by the warmth in my bedroom, I figured it was around noon or something. Throughout the night, I checked up on Nick every once in a while. He was always sleeping, so I didn't bother him with checking on his wound. I could see it had bled through the compress, but it wasn't that bad. I had put a blanket over him the last time I checked on him, though, because it wasn't that warm in here.
I got up from the bed and took a quick shower and fixed myself up a little. Not that there was much I could do without my stuff here. I got into the same clothes Nick had lent me, and huffed. So much for being clean after a shower.
I silently closed the door after me when I entered the living room, in case Nick was still sleeping. When I got closer I
