The next morning, Dean woke up at six o’clock, the same as always. He stared at Emma sleeping next to him, watched the sun start to light up her face. What he saw disturbed him.
Her beautiful face was scarily pale and she looked completely exhausted. He lifted the sheet and glanced down at her naked body; she had definitely lost some more weight. He noticed new bruises on her thighs, and his mouth tightened at the realization that he’d done that the first time they had made love the night before.
Dean resolved that today, he was going to push until she told him what was going on with her. If it was just anemia, then she needed to find another doctor, get some more aggressive treatment. Whatever she was doing now wasn’t working, that much was pretty damn clear. Dean was prepared to drag h
