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I’M COMPLETELY USELESS
I come to on the couch in Jo’s suite. Shifting position sends a shaft of pain through my head eclipsing any pain I’ve ever had in my back. I groan. My mouth is dry and I try but I’m too weak to even consider sitting up.
“Jo?” A spoon tinkles against the sides of a glass. Even befuddled I don’t have to guess what that is.
“I am here, chérie.” She rubs my hip. “You have been out for an hour. Louis was about to go for the smelling salts. Here. Drink.”
She lifts my head and holds a glass to my lips. The liquid is thick and cold, and I let the first mouthful sit for a second on my parched tongue. Then thirst takes over, and I guzzle until I have to come up for air. By then, the blood has started to help, and I can sit up on my own. I take the glass from her and fi
