"Firefly?" I hear Jax call out to me.
I ease myself onto the ground, leaning my back against the cool tiled wall. I don't move far from the toilet, in fear that I may become sick once more.
I watch as Jax comes closer to me, grabbing a cloth and running cold water over it. He fills a nearby drinking glass with cold water, and then sits down beside me, placing the cool cloth along my forehead. He pulls me against him, running his hand along my back, and through my hair. I can't help but feel comforted by his touch and his efforts. I find myself relaxing, evidently making my stomach feel slightly better.
"How long has this been happening?" He asks, taking me by surprise.
"Just a few days. Ever since we got back really. It's probably just stress. I'm just worried about Lexi and Xavier. I
