All I can do is doze, and dream. I force one eyelid open and see that the sun's finally set. It could be today, tomorrow or the next day, time has no meaning in this new reality. Acid veins have given way to bottomless, aching, emptiness.
My body, wracked with illness, is begging to be filled.
The sheets are damp, my n*****s are painful points and Jax is asleep in a chair he's dragged into the hall just outside my door. I see the gesture for what it is, he wants to watch over me, but give me space. The tiniest 'hmm' escapes my throat, that's all it takes for him to sit upright.
Any relief I felt earlier, or five seconds ago evaporates into atoms when our eyes meet. I scrunch my lids shut as low in my stomach cramps, bends me double in the bed as fresh fire licks at my heels.
"Frankie
