I opened up my eyes. I was still so weak. It took a minute for them to focus.
I tried to move but I couldn't. I was tied to the bed. I turned my head. Jax was sleeping in the chair next to me, covered in my blood. I wish it was his.
How stupid can I be, I can't even kill myself right. My eyes begin to tear up. My whole body feels heavy. "Jax" I whisper. "Jax, Please"
He jumps up right away, "Angel" he says while rubbing my head with one hand, and holding my hand with the other. "You just lay here, everything will be ok."
Closing my eyes, I can feel his hand holding mine. It actually feels nice. At least he's talking to me. To tired to say anything back, I fell asleep.
When I woke up there was a man standing there. I didn't know who he was. He looks at me "Welcome back Ms. Jackson." H
