Sarah opened her eyes, unbalanced and disoriented. She blinked at the painting on the wall and realized that she was at home, in the bedroom that she shared with Jax. She had literally no memory of coming back from the Heart Center, and that made her panic. She gave a small whimper of confusion, sat up quickly.
“Hey.” Jax was lying down behind her. “You’re OK, baby. I’m right here.”
“Jax.” She looked at him over her shoulder. “What – how did I get here?”
“You fell asleep in the truck on the way home. I carried you in.”
“I did? You did?”
“Yeah. You’ve been out for almost four hours.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.” He stroked her tumbled red curls off her face. “You’re pushing yourself way too hard with the physio, and handling all this stuff with Naomi. Just – just stay still and breathe for a
