"Jake!"
"Wake up, Jake!"
"Get Mom and Dad!"
There was screaming. A lot of screaming. It was so loud. I twisted and turned.
"Give him some space." A deep voice commanded, soothing me a little. "Jake. It's time to wake up, Jake."
I blinked. Blinked again. I reached up to rub my eyes.
Dad was right next to me. Just beyond him were the twins. Noah. Mom.
I looked at them blankly, unsure of what was happening. I shivered, feeling cold. My face felt strange. I causally gave it a wipe, finding that it was wet. I was wet. I swiped under my eyes. I was crying.
"It's okay, Jake. You're okay." Dad gave my leg a pat.
I looked up at him and shivered again. "I'm c-cold." My teeth started to chatter.
Mom inched closer. She spoke softly. "Why don't you go take a warm shower? Get that sweat washed off and get into some clean pajamas?"
