The aching in my shoulder is so intense that the pain manifests itself as a white tunnel. I groan and fight my eyes open but with no success. There is a foul taste in my mouth and for a moment I am completely disoriented. I have no idea where I am or why I'm here … and then I remember.
“Easy,” Mason whispers by my ear and strokes my hair. I crave his touch, but he is mad at me for how I handled the situation, and I'm mad at him for making me feel worse about it.
I have no control over the tears that are rushing over my face and the sobs that are jerking through my body. I am in pain; I am worried about Mother. Is she still okay? I know she made it through the surgery fine, but anything could have happened since I was asleep. I am ashamed and regretful of losing five women. I feel horrid
