“Daniel?”
I had already said his name four times, and I was beginning to get worried about him; I wasn’t happy about the wound on his abdomen, and I was concerned that it was difficult to wake him up when he was usually awake long before me.
He grumbled something and slung his arm around me, keeping me firmly pressed to his side.
I didn’t mind - I liked spending hours curled up with him like this; but we didn’t have much food left and I was worried about getting to the store to pick up some things because it would be closed on Sunday and we didn’t have enough to last until Monday.
We needed to pick up more supplies whether we were staying here for longer or not, and I wanted to get some more of the things we needed to keep the wound from getting infected.
“Daniel…” I shook him again a
