“What’s wrong?” His words full of concern, I did not have the chance to answer before he spoke again. “Are you sick Alice? You don’t look so good.” His hand on my neck, it slowly slid to my cheek tipping my head back so he could get a better look at my face. Heath’s other hand dropping to the small of my back, he exerted a little pressure forcing me closer as he eyes never left mine. “Alice?” Prompting me once again I could still not respond. There so so much to say, yet right now I could not bring myself to care. My body aching all over I pulled away. Allowing my movements, he released me without complaint dropping his hand to his sides with an audible breath. Watching me like a hawk, I moved sitting down on the bed honestly unsure how much further I could walk. My stomach in knots, I

