Rion's POV
I sat down by her bedside, watching her sleep. She had been dressed in a gown and a few hours had already passed but she was yet to wake up.
Her hand laid lazily in mine as my mind wandered over the events of the last few days. Her hand stirred, fingers moving in my grasp.
“Jas?” I called and watched as her eyes fluttered open gently.
Her eyes remained half closed, confusion glazing her brown orbs but I called to her again and her gaze finally fell on me.
“Rion.” Her voice was dry, cracked.
“It's alright, you'll be fine.” I assured her and I saw a tear slip down the side of her eye.
“I…… I feel weird. My chest hurts and it feels like my heart is pounding so hard it'll give out. It's hard to breathe. I feel nauseous as well, my head is heavy and I….. I'm missing my son.” S
