I ran to catch up with him, panting as I sprinted. “Oz, wait.” I must have sounded as freaked out as I felt because Oz stopped and waited for me. Only I didn’t stop. I kept running until I smacked straight into Oz’s chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. It was the first real contact we’d had when I was awake and not suffering from a nightmare.
One of his hands splayed out between my shoulder blades and held me to him. “What happened? Is there someone out there?”
“I don’t think so, but I got freaked out when I realized I was standing out here by myself. It brought back…” I started to shake, thinking about it. Just when I thought I was getting better, BAM. It was like I’d been hit upside the head with the reality I was never going to be the same.
“Hey,” he soothed his hand up and down my back. “It’s going to be okay. I shouldn’t have left you alone. I’m sorry.”
I held him tighter, wanting to feel safe. Oz Francisco was the light to my dark and fucked up life. “Can we just go home now?”