Our Hidden World

Chapter 66

Brooklyn's P.O.V.:

Asher and Logan come walk over to me a second I walk into the tent. I roll my eyes knowing exactly why they are here.

"Guys, seriously I'm perfectly fine," I say hold up my hands.

"Brooke, please just let him look at you," Asher says putting his hand on my shoulder.

I shake it off, put a hard look on my face, and say, "No."

"Why do you have to be so stubborn all the time," he harshly says, throwing his hands up in the air. Out of the corner of my eye and I see Logan awkwardly shift and take a few tiny steps back.

"I'm not. I just don't need to be checked up on. I'm fine," I say back glaring. Logan takes a few more steps back almost to the other who are still chatting away not even giving us the time of day.

"Yeah well I say how you acted in the house, Brooke," I spits out. "A person who is fine doesn't wince at sharp movements or lose their balance." His hand shoot out behind him and grabs a fistful of Logan's shirt. He drags him back next him and gives him a look that reads 'don't even think about leaving' before turning back to me.

"Do you know me, Asher. I'm clumsy, I loose my balance all the time and the wincing, I have bruises and cuts up and down my body. That doesn't mean I need to be looked at."

"Please, Brooke, just stop one minute and let Logan check," he whispers.

Gosh darnit, I can't stay mad at him now. I sigh, "Fine but one minute." I walk around the group and sit down next the bed Josie was on a few minutes ago. I guess she slipped out while Asher and I were talking.

Logan comes over and places his cold hands on my head. I sit there for a few minutes, arms crossed over my chest.

"Well she's right she doesn't have any big injuries," he says, taking his hands away from my face. I smirk at Asher and he rolls his eyes. "Although she does have a slight concussion." The smirk falls off my face and Asher crosses his arms, a proud look on his face. "Just don't run into things or anything. Relax and it should be gone a little bit." He turns away and walks up to Jordan.

"Oh shut up," I say to Asher. I stand up and push my hair behind my ear.

"I didn't say anything," he says, holding up his hands, a slight smile on his face.

"You didn't have to it was all over your face you turd," I say fighting back a smile.

"Come on." He walks out of the tent. I follow him up into the house.

"I'm getting some food, then going to bed," I say. I walk into the kitchen and get the makings out for a turkey sandwich. Asher walks in right as him finishing and I hand him one of the sandwiches I made.

"You know me so well." He takes a bite.

"Well it was either make one for you or half my sandwich would be gone." I walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my room. I sit on my bed and Asher sits next to me. We eat our sandwiches in silence.

Once I'm done I kick off my shoes and pull up the blankets. Asher shift, I feel air on my back then warmth. His arm wraps around my waist and I scoot closer to him relishing his body heat. I quickly fall asleep.