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Sarah
I sobbed on Brandt so long I gave myself a headache. My limbs ached and my eyes were nearly swollen shut when I returned to the land of the living and rolled my face from his chest to look into his concerned blue eyes.
“Jesus,” he murmured, cupping my cheek. “Can you even see?”
I could see him, which was all I really wanted to see, so I was fine. But it must’ve taken me too long to answer because he sat up and started to scoot off the bed.
“I’m going to get you a warm, wet rag.”
I felt too weak and hollowed out to argue with him, so I just stayed there, exhausted and drained on the bed, my hair fluttering in my face when I shifted to rest my aching head on a pillow.
When Brandt returned, he sat next to me and carefully parted the tangled mess of hair to see my face. “You st
