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“What can she take for the pain?”
“Any pain medicine will work.”
I don’t want pain medicine. What I want is to go back home and crawl into bed.
“I suggest you book an appointment in a few days, so we can make sure everything went in order since I understand that time is of the essence.”
And then there it is—the pity look.
I stand up abruptly, making the chair sway behind me. “Are we done?”
The doctor blinks, clearly surprised by my outburst, but I’m finished. I need to get out of here. I need to breathe.
“Yes, I…”
I grab the tablets, popping one and then the other into my mouth, swallowing them down.
“Okay, thank you.”
Not waiting for an answer, I grab my bag and leave the room.
Air, I need air.
I can feel curious glances on me as I make my way down the hallway and out of the building, but I ignore them until I’m out sucking in gulps of cold November air.
It was done.
Two pills, and it was all done.
Prescott joins me shortly after, his arms wrapping around me from behind as he pulls me into his warm body.
“I want to go home,” I whisper softly.
“Okay,” he agrees readily. “Do you have pain meds back home?”
I nod, not wanting to get into a discussion with him right now.
“Just take me home.”
* * *
PRESCOTT
Just take me home.
The look of complete emptiness on her face was like a kick to my gut. There was nothing that I could do to take away this pain—nothing I could do to make it better. Hell, I would have taken the damn pills for her. I would have gone through this for her if only I could.
If only I could…
But I couldn’t.
It didn’t work that way.
All I could do was stay here, hold her, and watch. I was closed off in my own personal hell while she went through the physical and emotional pain that I couldn’t take away. I was powerless, and it was eating at me from the inside out.
Glancing down at my lap, I find Jade staring at the TV, her eyes unblinking. It’s the same expression she’s been wearing since we woke up this morning. I smooth her hair back gently, watching her stare into nothingness. It’s been an hour since we got back home from the doctor’s—an hour since she took the pills and ran out of that office.
“How are you feeling?” I ask softly.
