WRITER'S POV
Vera opened her eyes and found herself in a bathtub. She moaned softly when she tried to sit up and spirals of pain throbbed her whole body.
She felt as if a train had crushed her last night; it must be a miracle that she was still alive. She stayed calm in the warm water and closed her eyes again.
She opened them when she heard footsteps. She smiled weakly when Jackson entered the bathroom with a tray pan containing hot tea, fried eggs, and bread.
"I'm sorry, I thought I could control myself, I really wanted to be gentle with you," Jack apologized, kissing her forehead.
When he wanted to pull away, she held him back and kissed his lips. She could at least use his sweet kisses to console herself.
"I might need a doctor, my womb… it hurts badly." She whispered weakly.
