*Harper*
The next few days were full of nightmares, cold sweats and horrible body aches. Camden was calm and patient with me. He held me when I was crying, made sure my hair was held back when the nightmares sent me running to the bathroom to vomit the dinner we had made together. For a moment it was just barely living from one moment to the next. There were bright spots, Angie keeping Nick at bay with insults and sarcasm. Brock ready to throttle the wizard for his interest in his ward. The feeling of family when I was with them and my parents. Classes had begun and Camden stayed glued to my side. He was the shield in the hallway so no one was able to bump me or make me pull at my stitches. He refused to let me carry my own books. My side started to itch around the second week, and the infirmary was able to remove the stitches leaving a nice pink scar running across the underside of my last rib. Camden had run his thumb over the raised skin with a strange look at his face.
