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Jax hums before I feel his fingers gently glide up and down my spine, and I burrow even deeper into him.
“It’s hard, brother, I know she’s hurting and somehow, I think my remembering everything will come easier to her,” Jax admits, and my bottom lip quivers.
He hasn’t been out of a coma for more than a few hours after four months, missing five years of his memories, and he’s more concerned about me…
Again, regrets hit me hard.
“I understand it’s hard brother but, you need to give it time and when you do get your memories back, be understanding,” Viper replies before I hear rustling and he rasps, “I’ll let you get some rest alright, I’ve got someone to go see but I’ll check in later.”
“Alright, brother, ride easy,” Jax mumbles before I feel a kiss on my head then hear footsteps and the door shutting. Jax says, “He’s gone, cupcake. Are you going to open your eyes for me?”
I sniffle and shake my head, replying, “No, because then we need to talk, and right now, this is the only place I want to be.”
I feel him press a kiss to my head before he mutters, “Okay, we’ll just stay like this then. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”
I sniffle and nod as I tighten my hold over his stomach before I press my nose into his neck. I inhale but instantly hate that he doesn’t smell like him, he doesn’t smell like home, he smells like the hospital.
How am I going to tell him about Hudson?
How am I going to tell him my immaturity and actions over the years are what caused all this trauma?
He’s going to hate me when he remembers.
Chapter 23
Psycho – A Week later
“Damn, in a coma for four months and they discharge you after a week being awake?” Fury mutters as he packs my bag while I slowly stand, my legs still a little weak.
“Yep,” I grunt, and he scowls at me.
“Fucker! You’re supposed to wait for me to help you!” he snaps, and I snort before my eyes go to the door, wondering where a certain best friend of mine is, and my frustration builds yet again today.
She’s fucking avoiding me, I know it.
After crying her heart out and spending the afternoon with me, she waited until I fell asleep, then snuck out and hasn’t spoken to me face to face since.
A whole fucking week without hearing her voice is just not okay.
I sigh as I rub my hand over my chin. She doesn’t know that I’m aware, but at night, she sneaks into my room, waiting until after the nurse has doped me up on medication for my aches and pains then climbs into bed with me.
I’d feel her instantly, which always helped me ease into a peaceful sleep and made me realize I wasn’t dreaming shit. I’d wake up halfway through the night to find Ivy asleep beside me, her head on my chest, yet during the day, fucking nothing.
Dizziness takes hold, and I quickly grab the rail on the bed to stop myself from falling over as something hits me hard.
“Let me guess, last night was a mistake?” she whispers, and I look down, trying to swallow the lump forming.
“No, it wasn’t a mistake,” not able to lie to her.
She looks my way and confirms, “But it won’t be happening again, though, right?”
I swallow hard and blink, the throbbing in my head making me dizzy.
“Fuck, I knew you should have waited for me, fucker,” Fury snaps and quickly takes my arm, and I put most my weight on him and croak, “Did I sleep with Ivy?”
The memory is so fucking vivid, like it wasn’t a dream, but it actually happened.
Fury pauses for a moment, and anger takes hold.
