After a couple days I was feeling so much better, physically anyways. Jax keeps me tied to the bed mostly. He's scared I will hurt myself again. The Dr hasn't left my side. I'm sure in fear for his own life. So Jax and I haven't had a chance to talk at all. About anything.
Finally the Dr was packing up his stuff. He works for Jax so there's no point in trying to get help from him. Besides he thinks I'm a nutcase. Tying up a suicidal girl isn't worng anyways.
He goes over a long list of dos and don'ts with Jax. Nothing like a list of a bunch more s**t I can't do.
When the Dr finally leaves, Jax comes back in. He unties me and helps me into the bathroom. Even though I really don't need any help. I know he's not going to leave me alone.
"Jax? Are we finally alone?" I don't even know why
