Janet awoke to a soft fingers gently brushing strands of hair away from her cheek. Her back hurt and she realized she’d fallen asleep with her head next to Nick’s leg on the bed, her butt firmly planted in the chair she’d been sitting in as she kept vigil.
Instantly, ignoring the ache in her back and butt, Janet sat up and looked at Nick. He stared back at her, his bare chest on display as the bedsheet bunched around his waist. He looked better than before. Still pale…but better.
“You…you’re okay?” Janet asked in a barely there whisper.
Nick nodded slowly, staring at her with an emotion Janet couldn't quite comprehend. She felt it but it wasn't something she could clearly make out.
“All thanks to you,” Nick responded swallowing convulsively. He stared at her, taking in her dishevel
