Blake didn't check out, because
Imogen Howe
gave him her phone number.
It was the night of the attack his laptop was stolen, but she was worried about him. She cleaned up his head, and put on some anti-bacterial to prevent infection. Then she gave him her number. She said "Call me or text me if you need anything.".
The next day he hadn't written anything so she texted him with "U good?" and he replied "Yep." And sent a thumbs up emoji.
Downstairs later at the bar she was mad. Pissed that he didn't text her, he could've died or something, and there next to her glass was another glass for him.
"But not too much, or you'll get sick. You need to rest." And she touched his arm.
He looked at his phone all night, taking any movement to mean she texted him again. He eventually turned it off to sleep.
The next day there was a single text.
"Feeling better?"
It was the most care in two words he'd ever experienced. So he couldn't leave. It was cheaper to book ten days in advance so he did. His job could wait he had to be here at the
Seaside Rest
.
