#Chapter 180 - Safety

After a few long minutes of Frankie quietly stroking my back while I cry myself out, I lift up my head and sniff, breathing easier, still not okay but…pulling myself back together. “How are you feeling?” he asks quietly, loosening his arms so I can stand up straighter as I sniff. “Um,” I say, raising my eyes to his. “I threw up.” He smirks a little, but then fights it. And I can’t help it as a little tremulous smile finds my mouth. “You threw up?” he asks, pitying me but also…I don’t know, maybe just keeping his spirts high for my sake? I nod and give a little shrug. He breaks eye contact with me and then peers around the room. “…where?” “On the other side of the bed,” I sigh, gesturing towards it. “Oh geeze,” he says with a sigh, taking a step away from me but keeping one hand on my arm. “Come on, Bambs. Let’s get you cleaned up. You’ll feel better – and clearer headed – when you’re cleaned up.” “Okay,” I say, not knowing what else to do and perfectly happy to let