Jennifer P.O.V
It has been 4 days since Jarrod had been shot. He still showed no change. John luckily arranged for an omega to bring me some clothes each day. I phoned Lu-Anne and told her I'm taking extended leave for the next 2 weeks. I just sat next to Jarrod's bed, holding his hand, sleeping next to him. I was brought out of my thoughts by a nurse rolling in three trays of food. Like every day, my food tray stays untouched, I'm always sick to the stomach when even thinking about food. Jason and John always try to motivate me to eat but I just couldn't. It was as if my body was declining everything I tried to shove down my throat.
Staring at Jarrod, something caught my eye when looking at his hand. His index finger twitched. There was a twitch! I stood up excitedly. Jason and John al
