"What about me?" Stefan asked casually.

Dorothy wasn’t dreaming—he was talking. She rubbed her eyes thoroughly, but he was still there. He was standing tall, and he talked... He just freaking talked.

Dorothy nearly passed out on her bed. She wanted Stefan to get better, but this was too sudden—it scared her.

As Stefan moved closer, she inched even farther back, almost pressing herself against the wall. She wished she could disappear into it.

Stefan stood there, ...