When I wake up it's morning. I pull out my phone just in case, and I'm shocked to see that it's been a day. And it is tomorrow's morning. Huh. I look for Miley, and she was sitting at the small table, eating. She looks at me when I shuffle, to kick my sheets off.

"Hey."

"Hey, you're alive I was worried, so I bought food." she says, sincere. I grab my left arm and squeeze. It hurt for some reason. I look at it and find out why, I had slept on it. The blood had to regain itself. I, cautiously, get up and walk to the table. I take a seat as she levels her gaze.

"Thanks." I say, taking a few of the things she bought, beef jerky. Healthy breakfast.

"Yah, I tried waking you up yesterday, but you were out. I thought you were dead." she sniffles. I nod my understanding.

"Are you that upset? I thought you hated me." I say, honestly. Her soft expression turns hard, and she shakes her head.

"I still care about you." she says, roughly.

"Or do you just care that, if I had died, who would be responsible? Because even if it was all me you would still be looked down upon." I say.

"Yah, that too, but I still care." she says, trying to spike me. I block her mental spike.

"Hmm." I grunt. I pick up an apple. "Thanks, for this. I'll pay you back."

"No need to." she says, fine.

"Yes there is. You needn't waste your monies on me." I say, defeated.

"Its not a waste, you were dead in my mind. I had to help." she points.

"Alright, we'll put a pin in it, and when I get the money then I'll ask ya." I say. After breakfast, I piled my things back in my car, and we continued down the road to somewhere else.