Liam wakes up and checks on them

After what felt like both three minutes of sleep and a three week coma, I jolted up on the couch and let out a gasp, looking around the room. The gravity of what had happened earlier was finally setting in, the sleeping pills slightly worn off after my crash out and clearing just enough from my mind to have me very worried.

"Wiley. Fuckin Wiley," I grunted out to myself, throwing my legs off the couch and steadying a bit before I headed for the bedroom. The fucking perv KNEW I was out of it and took advantage, getting me to agree to...something! What the fuck had he got me to agree to!? On my feet I shake my head a bit to try and focus, then go in there and see what the fuck he did and hopefully justify murdering him.

I looked into the bedroom and saw...nothing bad. Just the two of them in bed, covers pulled up high, Wiley's loud snoring filling the dark room and the two of them spooning.

Wait. Was that it?

He must have wanted permission to cuddle with her.

That's...actually not that bad.

I shook my head again, still getting my bearings. Wiley was a fucking dork, of course he'd ask for something like that. So he cuddled with Sarah a little, grand scheme of things that's pretty okay. I let out a tiny sigh, turning away and shuffling towards the bathroom.

After taking care of my bladder I headed for the couch again, crashing down into it and letting out a larger sigh. Thanks to some sleep, and seeing how fucking little the weirdo asked for, I felt oddly better about the situation. So what if he was in charge, he didn't know what the fuck to do with it! So ya know, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Sarah would be insanely grateful for me not beating the life out of her disgusting friend, Wiley gets to feel like he fucking matters for a bit and in the end, he fucks off and Sarah and I get to finally focus on our lives together. What's the worst that could happen?