Scarlett woke up with a scream strangling her throat, almost punching a wall.
She was soaked in sweat and feeling overall disgusting and shaky—weak.
Velma’s voice came from somewhere to the side, trying to calm her down. “Whoa—Scarlett—hey. Come on, you’re okay.”
Scarlett whirled around to face her, and, from the way Velma’s eyes widened, she knew she was a sight to behold.
“Go take a shower,” her friend said simply. “I’ll make us something to eat.”
“I don’t deserve you,” she croaked out, voice feeling wretched. Velma rolled her eyes fondly.
“Dork. Go.”
Scarlett didn’t hesitate to comply.
The hot water did her some good, but she was still unleveled from what she had dreamed… what she had seen.
She was thankful Miss Tilly and Gavin were both still asleep and hadn’t been woken up by her nightmare.
“Did I wake you?” Scarlett couldn’t help but ask as she came back out of the bathroom, in a new set of clothes while toweling off her hair.