“Do I need to tape your ribs?" Bianca asked as she saw Jagger sit gingerly on the bed.
“That would be a good idea. They don't hurt so much today, but they're still sore to the touch. There's some medical tape in the bathroom. Not sure if it's on the counter or under the sink."
She nodded, heading into the bathroom. Glancing at the counter, she grinned. Jagger was not the cleanest of guys. He was very disorganized, and she couldn't help but straighten up as she searched for the tape she needed. Not seeing it, she bent down and opened the cabinet door. There was a huge mess. Pulling things out, she continued to search when she came to a packet of papers. She knew she shouldn't look, but she couldn't help it. Glancing through them, she saw a birth certificate that read John Edward Stone, th
