Maura awoke to the faint sound of a persistent beeping. As her eyes focused on the source of the noise she discovered it was a heart monitor. She attempted to sit up but abandoned the task when the needle of the IV in her arm flexed, and sent a twinge of discomfort through her hand.
"Careful, Little One," Maura heard a velvety voice warn. "You do not want to cause yourself any undue stress."
Instantly her eyes darted to the origins of the murmurs. Her breath hitched as her gaze fell onto Jamba. Scrutinizing his rumpled clothing, as well as his lax posture in the chair.
Her brows furrowed.
Has he been here all night?
She didn't want to learn the answer to her arbitrary question, in dread of what it might come to mean to her if he had. She had given herself over to his charm, and his s
