Splashed

Scott stirred lightly, burrowing further under the soft blanket until he realized he wasn't in his own bed. Yawning, he rolled onto his back and blinked. He was still using Hope as a pillow. She couldn't have been comfortable in that position all night. 

Managing to sit up, he put a hand to his throbbing head then just leaned over to rest it on her shoulder. "I didn't mean to stay all night," he mumbled. 


Hal swiveled around to look at Sam and gave her a little smile. He felt better today. No headache. No anxiety. And he was impressed with Sam's progress with Aaron.

"Of course I'll come outside with you." It was a no-brainer. "It's hardly a favor. I'd come even if you didn't ask." He quirked an eyebrow. "Actually I'd insist, but that's beside the point."

It was the truth. And he was ready to lend aid in case Aaron tried anything stupid. It wasn't long before he was with Sam at Aaron's room, his gun holstered at his hip.

Inside, Aaron barely turned his head as the door opened. Although he was a bit perplexed. What was Hal doing with Sam? He propped himself up on an elbow and gave her a questioning look.


Being splashed with mud and water, Hunter slid to a stop and looked down at himself. "Aw man! You did not just so that."

Realizing Ryan wasn't going to race him, he stepped back into another puddle and stomped in it, sending a new spray of mud all over the place. 

Grinning, he spread out his arms and took a step backward, challenging her to take a turn.