The smelling salts caused her breathing to quicken, and it didn't take her long before she went to move her hands to get it away from her face. She quickly realized this was a bad idea. As she moved her arm, the pain shot up her side causing her to whimper. She moved so she was guarding her side with both of her hands. It hurt, and she was confused as to why.
Stitches..... what....?
She was confused as she felt the thread. She couldn't remember much of what had happened, just meeting up with Jackson.
Jackson.
It was starting to make sense as she pieced together what had happened. There were still gaps in her story, but she remembered enough to know she was lucky to still be alive.
"You didn't have to do that..." She spoke softly, her eyes were still closed as she focused on keeping her breathing steady. She didn't know if he was still there or not. Part of her assumed he would have already left.
Just show up here bleeding and broken and expect him to fix you... Again... He isn't going to be there.
She opened her eyes to see if her thoughts were right. Seeing him next to the bed, she couldn't help but smile a little. "Thank you." was all she managed before closing her eyes again with the intention of steadying her breathing which had quickened since she had moved.
