"You keep wiggling around and I'm going to restrain you to that bed. I don't like my work being ripped open, Ryker Anthony Penn," Jessa snarled at me.
"Then either bring Willow here or let me go to her and neither of us will have a problem, Jessa Rose Sweeten." I was seconds away from launching myself from this stupid hospital bed.
I couldn't escape the feeling of phantom hands all over my body. Just the thought of it had my belly dancing a jig that made sweat bead on my brow. I just hoped Jessa didn't think it was because I was running a fever.
The other, more important, horrifying thought settled in my brain again: I had been unconscious and lost Willow. Not only was she lost, she was out of my sight and hurting. I was the one who took care of her. Me. The only one allowed to touch
