Wayne's POV
I woke up to the sound of painful groaning.
At first, I thought it was part of a dream, some echo from the night before, but then the sound became too vivid and real. It was a low broken moan, the kind that came from deep in the chest when someone was in deep pain. My eyes snapped open, and the first thing I felt was heat.
Dawn…
Dawn was burning up.
Her body was twisted in the sheets, her legs drawn up, her hands clenched tight in the blanket and she was holding on to the pillow so tightly. Tears ran down the sides of her face and soaked into the pillow. Her breathing was very uneven and that made me really worried, and every few seconds another pained sound tore out of her throat.
“Dawn,” I said quickly, reaching for her.
The moment my hand touched her skin, the realiza
