Don't feel right

Carson listened quietly, digesting Herb's words. He knew his friend was right. He did need to talk to Misty. He was just so scared of making the wrong move and upsetting her that he avoided trying to say what was on his mind. What if she didn't like what he had to say? Then again...it couldn't get much worse than it had been before. And he'd made it this far.

"Thanks, Herb. You're probably right. I guess I'm just being a coward." He shrugged. "Maybe I'll try to sit down with her tomorrow or something. I guess even if I just know where I stand, it would be better than what I've got now."


Travis squinted up at Angel, desperately trying to think through his mind's fog. He didn't feel good at all, and just would rather stay right here on the floor. But enough good sense made its way to the surface that he slowly nodded. "Okay." 

With Angel's help, he got back in bed, and didn't fuss when she hooked him up to an IV. "I'm thirsty," he mumbled. "And my head hurts." He licked his dry lips. "I don't....don't feel...right."


It was late, and Con's phone had died two hours earlier, which meant Jamie was probably still up, and probably a little worried about him. Letting himself in the front door, he deposited his bag in the hall before wandering to the living room where there was a light on. Sure enough, Jamie was there, although it looked like she'd dozed off while watching television. 

After just watching her for a few moments, he came close and eased down on the couch, gently rubbing her arm. "Hey... I'm home."