*Jackson*
I awake to faint sunlight drifting lazily into the bedchamber and the salt-scented air stirring the curtains at the open window. Aching and unsteady, I curse the grogginess that is a result of the morphin Doc had given me last night before she had begun stitching me up.
The medication is also responsible for my inability to think clearly even now, everything seems to be covered in a fuzzy haze. I do remember how I had cling to Ines though, not yet ready to let her out of my sight, still shaken by how close I had come to losing her.
She had been there through it all, held my hand, the one farther away from where doc worked so diligently, clutching it hard enough that I feared the bones might c***k, causing me further injury.
Although her head had been bent and her gaze av
