Revived (Cat Patrick)

about food, I gather all my strength to answer, “Okay, sounds good.” My stomach lurches again.
    “Want to go to the bathroom?” Matt says quietly.
    “I don’t want to move,” I whisper. Matt smiles weakly and brushes a piece of hair off my forehead.
    “Then don’t.”
    I gasp awake, heart pounding, eyes wide. Matt’s still here, next to me on the bed. He’s on his back now, staring up at the ceiling. I watch as he turns toward me, concerned.
    “Bad dream?” he asks.
    “I don’t know,” I say, because whatever ripped me from slumber is already out of reach. Without moving to know for sure, I can tell that my body is on the mend. I smack my lips and deeply inhale and exhale.
    “So… I called you last night?” I say.
    Matt rolls to his side again, facing me, smirking. “You drunk texted me.”
    “What did it say?” I ask self-consciously.
    “Something like ‘save me from frat boys,’ ” Matt says. I see a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. Jealousy?
    “What else?”
    “I called you when I got the text and you said you went out with a gay guy named Wade and—”
    “I said Wade was gay?” I interrupt, frowning.
    “Well, you kept saying over and over that he needs to come out of the closet,” Matt replies.
    I laugh in a quick exhale. “I think I meant that about something else…. Anyway, keep going.”
    “Okay, so you gave me this totally cryptic description of where you were,” Matt says. “You said you were at Freckler with the moose.”
    “What does that even mean?” I ask, embarrassed about my weird language and about getting drunk in the first place. It’s not me.
    “Eventually, I figured out that you meant Specter Hall,” he explains. “They have holiday reindeer on their lawn, all lit up and everything. One is really huge and could be mistaken for a moose.”
    “It’s September,” I say.
    “Yes, it is,” Matt says back. “Anyway, that made it easier.”
    “I’m so sorry.”
    “No worries—it was sort of fun,” Matt says. “I pretended I was on one of those reality challenges… like I only had three hours to get to you or I’d lose out on a million dollars.”
    “Did you win?” I ask.
    “No,” he admits. “But only by fifteen minutes.”
    “I wonder what kind of trouble I was getting in while you were driving from Omaha,” I say.
    “I think you were okay,” Matt says. “I talked to you a couple of times on the way. You were in that red room alone most of the time, except when you were in the bathroom, puking.”
    Half-embarrassed, half-flattered that he took care of me, I keep quiet.
    “You’re lucky your parents got you your own room,” Matt says.
    “Yeah,” I agree weakly.
    “Otherwise, you’d be in it for sure,” he continues. “That was pretty dumb of you, you know. Getting lit with strange guys in a strange city. You could have been…”
    “I know,” I say quietly.
    “Or, hell, even—”
    “I know!” I say louder. “Shut up already!”
    Matt looks at me, surprised, and we both can’t help but laugh a little. Then we grow quiet, staring at each other.
    “Anyway, thank you,” I say.
    “No problem,” Matt says. “But you should really be thanking me for washing barf out of your hair.”
    My eyes widen before I pull the covers over my head and hide. I hear Matt laugh before he pokes me in the arm.
    “I’m ordering food. What sounds good?”
    “A cheeseburger,” I say quickly.
    From my cocoon, I hear Matt call and order two cheeseburgers with fries and sodas.
    “You ordered me regular instead of diet,” I say after he hangs up.
    “So?” he asks. “I know that’s what you drink.”
    “How can you be so sure?”
    “That’s what you ordered at the movie.”
    My stomach twists into a knot at the simple fact that Matt is paying attention. He yanks the covers off my face.
    “You should probably shower,” he says. “It’ll make you feel better.”
    His face is only inches from mine when he says it, which makes my stomach twist even tighter. We hold each other’s gaze for a moment, then a cleaning person knocks on the door and startles me out of la-la land. I walk on shaky legs to the door and tell her I’m all set with towels, then go to the bathroom to shower, feeling like I’m going to burst the whole time. Despite waking up feeling like hell, the day is turning out okay. Not only did I get out of hanging out with Wade, but Matt is here.
    I can’t deny how much I like him. And if late-night reconnaissance