It had been days since I had left the room.
There had been no sign of Riven and there had been no word of how things were going.
Jake was still unmoving and I was beginning to feel restless.
Jesse visited me often, and so had Carl, but it was little help.
I was worried about my mate and my friend.
There was no knock. When I jumped when the door opened, when I saw Jake leaning against the doorframe, I jumped to my feet, "Jake?!"
I ran over and helped him into the room, taking him to sit on the edge of my bed.
"How are you feeling?"
"I've been up for most of the day, and these idiots wouldn't let me leave until now, so I'm pissed off," he smiled, "How are you? You took a spear to your side if I remember correctly."
"I'm okay, I'm healing well. I was so worried about you."
"I know,
