Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Well . . . I’m glad he’s been there for you,” he said quietly.
“Me too.”
The conversation seemed to die there, and Sophie hoped that meant
he was going to get some rest.
But after a few minutes, he whispered, “I heard you, you know.”
“Heard what?”
“When I was still out of it, I heard your voice in my head—I think
it’s why I woke up.”
Her face tried its best to burst into flames. “Sorry, I—”
“Don’t be,” he interrupted. “I’m glad I’m awake.”
“So am I,” she admitted. “But . . . you have to be super careful,
okay?”
“I will if you will,” he made her promise.
He waited for her to meet his eyes, and when she did, he gave her
the sweetest smile she’d ever seen.
“By the way,” he murmured, pressing Mr. Snuggles against his
heart. “I missed you too.”
• • •
“I’ve got it!” Fitz shouted, and from the way his cot creaked, Sophie
was pretty sure there’d been a fist pump along with the words.
“It?” she asked, feeling like she’d missed the first part of the
conversation—because she had.
She’d been asleep.
In fact, her head was still full of ballerina bunnies and punk-rock
leopards and somersaulting orcas.
“Sorry,” Fitz said as she rubbed her blurry eyes, trying to smear
away the lingering rainbows. “My sedative wore off about an hour ago