#griefdefined3

        HE’S STILL LYING IN BED when the question comes,  and he rolls over to face the stranger.    “ don’t you? ”    nick doesn’t bother to answer,  only responds with an inquiry of his own as he sits up and rubs at the spot of the bite.   the bandages have held,  and though they’re no longer white like they were when he put them on the night before,  the wound is no longer bleeding.    “ if you want to go again,  let me know.   otherwise,  i’m heading home. ”