ONE WEEK LATER

I felt better. Way better in fact. I still wasn't completely over Sam's death, obviously, but I was better.I lay in bed curled up to Mathew when he nudged me."What?"I asked sleepily. He didn't reply and I opened one eye. He was sweating and his chest was rising quickly.I sat up quickly and he kept muttering things, tossing and turning. I leaned in close to see what he was whispering.

"Eva."He kept whispering. Who was Eva?"NO!"He sat up yelling, knocking me down. I looked at him and he began panting."Mathew?"I asked.He turned to me, fury filled his eyes. They softened when he realized it was me."W-what happened?"He...