When Jensen opened her eyes, she thought she was dreaming. The lights were dim in the hospital room, and she could hear the whir of the IV pump as it ran.
Once again, she was in the hospital, lying flat on her back with her arm wrapped in bandages and gauze.
“Not again,” she groaned to herself, rubbing her hand across her face.
To her side, Connor lay sleeping on a cot. She vaguely remembered him kissing her forehead after she came back from surgery last night.
Surgery, yes she had surgery...again. Her Foggy mind was starting to clear a little now, and she remembered. The dinner, the mind blowing s*x, then the pain; they all came flashing back like a rogue wave battering a ship.
Now she was stuck in a bed again, in excruciating...Wait, she wasn’t in any pain. Furrowing her brow, sh
