Jess spent every moment of every day inside my bed. I fell asleep and woke up to her loving touch. My pain was pushed aside by every doting action. Those strong hands that touched me had become velvet. Those rock hard arms that held me were now cushions. If it wasn't for the pain I'd be in Heaven.
One morning I woke up still under the haze of morphine. I was still wrapped in Jess' body like a warm blanket. I listened to the slow, rhythmic beat of her heart as she slept. I could feel Belle's fingers stroke my cheek but I didn't have the strength to make my consciousness known. Instead I just let her stroke my hair until the door opened.
"Is she awake?" Alex asked.
"I don't know."
"Have you eaten?"
"Is that your business?"
"I'll cook for you. What would you like?"
Belle sighed, "I ate."
"Can we talk?"
"My sister lost her fucking arm. I'm not concerned about you right now."
"You're right. I'm sorry."
