Two hours passed before Micah stirred.
His lashes fluttered, brows pulling together like he was waking from a restless dream. His hand groped around for his glasses out of habit, but didn't find them. He blinked at the ceiling, then around the room, eyes narrowing in confusion. "Am I still dreaming? Why would I be in Clyde's place?" he muttered.
It took a second, but then it hit him. The memories of this morning came rushing to his head.
The La Riviere Pharmaceutical. The panic attack. Clyde wrapping his coat around him. Clyde picking him up…
Micah let out a groan and buried his face into the pillow. Oh God! What a disgrace! First panic attack in front of Clyde, then he was carried like a girl…
He punched the pillow a few times, releasing all of his pent-up frustration.
Thank God Clyde had covered his face with his coat otherwise, he would have had to murder Clyde and all others who had seen him!
