Has he bled to death? My heart raced as I dashed into his closet.
"Bryce! Bryce, where are you?" I called, looking around. I slipped out of the closet and rushed to the bathroom. Had he passed out on the bathroom floor?
I opened the door and hurried in. "Bry—" I tried calling again but stopped when I saw him standing in the middle of the bathroom, staring at me.
I instinctively raised my hands to cover my eyes. "I... I'm sorry, I was... I didn't mean to... I was just..." I stuttered endlessly. Realizing I wasn't making sense, I turned, walked out of the bathroom, and shut the door behind me.
Moon goddess! I hadn't expected to see him there. But at least he's healthy. I am relieved.
Swallowing the saliva that had pooled in my mouth, I walked to the bed and sat down.
A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened, and he appeared.
