"You haven't eaten anything, Emmett. Come on, get up," I groaned when Jackson pulled me up.
"I don't want to eat," I opened my eyes slowly.
"Why not?" He frowned at me.
"I'm not hungry," I mumbled. Jackson didn't say anything. He looked at me. I looked down.
"Emmett, I'm getting worried here. Is there something wrong?" He asked softly. "Do you want me to take you back to the doctor?"
"No," I sighed. "I'm fine," I crawled over to Jackson and laid my head on his shoulder. "I mean, I haven't been feeling good lately, but it has nothing to do with my injuries," I admitted.
I can't stop thinking about that dream I had while I was at the hospital. What if she's really here and not...gone? She's going to harm my friends and I can't do anything about that.
I've been staying with Jackson for
