I hear Rye laugh and open my eyes. He has a chair beside Malax.
"Woman, be slow." He jumps up. "Do not jump on that bed."
I run to him. Rye grabs me and holds on.
"You're ok."
"I'm ok, baby."
"I love you." I try to fight him off.
"I love you, too. Did you take a bath?"
"But your arm." I sob.
"It'll be fine, baby. We have lots of options for this. You saved me."
I try to dive on him and Rye holds me in the air. "Easy and slow, woman."
"Mine."
"Mine too, baby. Where are we?"
"In the rock." I cry harder.
"I'll let you hug him, but you have to be slow."
"I am slow."
"You are hanging in midair trying to swim to him. Stop and be easy." He puts my feet on the ground. "Slow."
I tip toe to Malax and lay my head on his chest. "I was scared."
"Scared me too, baby." He rubs my hair.
