[Melkin City Series book #3, please make sure to read the others first]
Things seem grim for Lacey when her and her friends are kidnapped on their way out of Melkin. Travis is separated from the group, she has no idea what happened to Finn and Anna...
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Lacey.
Two days after Travis had woken up, things weren't exactly going well. He was up about half of the day and the other half he took refuge in his bedroom or sometimes mine. I wasn't sure if it was fatigue or pain that had him seeking solitude. Oftentimes, I would enter my room during the day and find him passed out on my bed. My real bed. The rest of the furniture came yesterday and we spent the day setting everything up.
At night, he would start off in my room usually because when I went to bed, he was already passed out in it. But at some point in the night or maybe he just woke up earlier than I did, he would leave.
He spent much of his time awake with Ben. He was practically glued to his hip. Whenever Ben was, Travis was within reaching distance. Travis didn't speak much but I caught him whispering random things to Ben. Or sometimes they would just look at each other and seem to have a conversation before they both left the room. I was jealous because I wanted that sort of connection with him.
But then he'd be in my bed curled up underneath my covers at night and all of my negative feelings would disappear because he was here. Plus, he wasn't ever pushing me away anymore. He just wasn't very present.
He had nightmares but I didn't shake him awake or touch him. Instead, I would say his name until his eyes fluttered open and each time, he looked at me like he was seeing a ghost for the first thirty seconds. We kept space from each other in bed, I think it made Travis feel better. We didn't really talk. Though, Travis wasn't talking much, period. At least not since our little heart to heart the other day. I think the reason he stuck so close to Ben was because Ben seemed to live on the same wavelength as Travis. Ben didn't need Travis to say something to know what he wanted to say.
The others didn't let Travis' lack of personality get them down. They acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I suppose they had dealt with Travis healing from injuries and going through withdrawal before but I hadn't. And it bothered me how distant he was being. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and never let go because Travis was a very touchy feely person. It seemed like he could never keep his hands to himself in the past but now there was nothing. And I didn't know if it was something he was craving but was too detached to ask for or if he genuinely didn't want to be touched right now.
Though, I did breathe a slight sigh of relief yesterday when Travis got up from the couch at one point when everyone else was working on setting up the furniture. He walked with an obvious limp.
Annabeth had called out after him, "Stop babying your foot. It'll make it worse."
Even though they weren't coddling him, at least they were paying attention to him.
Currently, we were all sitting in the living room which now had a love seat and an extra large l-shaped sectional couch to accommodate the four tall men. Ben and Travis were sitting on the longer half of the sectional next to each other. Travis was slouching like a half-dead man while Ben was on the outside end, leaning closer to him so they could both look at something on Ben's phone.
