He gently kneels down and shakes her arm. “Summer? You’re gonna get cold out here.” He speaks softly.
“Waiting for you. I had to find you.” She frowns. “I don’t … remember … why … ” The words come slowly as she rummages through her memory, but it’s all blurry. She’s not even sure how long she was there. “I just had to find you … ” Why is there a gap in her memory!? It’s terrifying. She has a good memory!
“Alright… well I am here now, why don’t you rest, Summer? You look exhausted and with how you were sleeping, I don’t blame you. Get some rest and you can talk to me about it in the morning. We’ll get to the bottom of all this.”
Fear slashes through her, and she flings out a hand. “Don’t — don’t leave me alone.” Then she realises what she just said, and jerks her hand back. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll just — ” She pulls the blankets over her face, burning red.
“I won’t —” Arthur spoke softly, chuckling at her blushing, gently putting a hand to the top of her head. “Summer, it’s okay. If you want me to stay I’ll sit over at that chair over there and you can sleep.”
“No, I — ” Her head hurt. She couldn’t think. Arthur couldn’t leave; she needed him to stay. Why? She reached up, running a hand down Arthur’s arm.
“I don’t know.”