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Hopefully, her body would absorb some nutrients.
Only, when he returned to his family room, bowl and plate in hand, she was snoring.
For real this time.
Three
Raven
She woke with her side aching, like it always did.
And her leg.
And her calf.
And arms.
The burns.
Those were the worst, mostly because she knew that they would take the longest to heal, that they would leave her scarred for life, and probably with pain—or at the very least, discomfort—for just as long.
The first-degree burns were already healed, faded to a reddish pink, as were the skin grafts she’d had in the hospital. The second and third-degrees were in progress. The grafts were healing well, and she was lucky, all things considered—that the more severe burns hadn’t been as extensive as her first-degree ones.
Lucky. Yes.
Even if she felt very far away from that notion.
But she was alive, and healing, and—
Connor had dragged the coffee table over in front of her, and her M&Ms were there. Along with a plate of veggies.
Ick.
At least he’d put a ramekin of ranch next to them.
She could dip them, drown out the awful taste of vitamins and fiber.
And could she please talk about the fact that Connorhada ramekin in his house—that he probably had an entiresetof them? Art on the walls. A throw blanket and pillows on the couch—the former of which was draped over her, and one of the latter was tucked behind her head.
ConnorfuckingJackson.
Ramekins, throw pillows, fuzzy blankets, and one of her pain pills set on a napkin next to a glass of water. Art on the walls, a big heart, and a penchant for driving her crazy…and for taking care of her.
Ugh.
Since he was nowhere in sight, she ignored the pain pill and glass of water and pushed herself up.
Night through the windows. The TV screen blank.
But the remote was there.
And her phone.
Thank God. She snatched them both up, turned on the television, and unlocked her cell. Connection to the outside world. An ability to dosomething, even if thatsomethingwas scrolling social media and clearing her inbox of junk emails.
She had weeks more of this shit, though shewasgetting stronger, so hopefully the weeks of recovery would be happening on her own.
In a hotel.
