The noise of our argument must have been loud enough to wake Kay. She appeared in the doorway clutching a stuffed rabbit, looking flustered as she stared at Job.
"Job, I just had the most terrible nightmare. I'm having trouble breathing. Could you stay with me? Just for a little while."
Job fell silent again.
Ever since Kay had moved in, he'd spent nearly every night keeping her company.
After a long pause, he finally spoke. "Kay, we're not kids anymore. It's not appropriate for me to stay with you. If you're scared, just leave the light on."
Kay's face went white. Tears pooled in her eyes in an instant, and she nodded obediently.
But I knew her. She was never that simple.
Sure enough, barely a minute after she went back inside, there was a loud crash.
Job kicked the door open and found Kay collapsed on the floor, limp and pale.
He didn't spare another thought for me or Russ. He scooped Kay into his arms and rushed to the hospital.
I couldn't be bothered to care. I took Russ back to his room.
Just as he'd said, his anxiety was truly severe. He kept jolting awake, and only after confirming I was still beside him could he settle back to sleep.