Mason’s eyes are wild as he appears to be like up on the physician. Knelt at my bedside. He appears to be like rabid and teetering on the sting of shedding all management.

“He isn’t going wherever.” I clench my tooth, the ache getting stronger by the second. “I don’t wish to be alone, and in case you gained’t permit it, then I’m positive I could be taken someplace that can take the each of us.” I take a look at Mason, and he nods with a deep frown, confirming that it’s doable. I sigh as I loosen up again down onto my pillow. “I’m in ache. Please, will you assist me?” I roll my lips, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. Mason is right here. I’m okay.

“I can get you one thing for the ache,” the physician tells me softly. “You’ll be in a number of ache over the subsequent couple days, Nina, and you will want to ensure you’re getting ample relaxation. If in case you have any questions or issues you need to let the nurses or docs know, okay?”

I nod, watching because the nurse comes nearer and fiddles with the cannula in my hand.

“What occurs now? You informed me earlier that the subsequent forty-eight hours are vital,” Mason asks, rising to his toes. He appears to have discovered his voice, slipping again into the unruffled man I do know. “Will she want extra surgical procedure?”

The physician finishes writing on the clipboard, then slides it into the slot on the finish of my mattress. “No. No extra surgical procedure. Nevertheless, I’m very critical concerning the subsequent forty-eight hours being crucial. I can’t hesitate to have you ever eliminated if I really feel like Nina’s restoration shall be compromised together with your presence. I perceive feelings run excessive in conditions like this, however whereas Nina is below my care her well being turns into my duty and precedence.” He bows his head just a little, attempting to indicate that he means properly with what he’s saying. I see that. However I do know the person at my aspect—who would tear down skyscrapers, and the cities that home them to maintain me protected—is all however able to clear the mattress that separates them.

“Thanks,” I rasp out, lacing my fingers by way of Mason’s and pulling his hand to my aspect. He leans in and kisses my brow.

It’s not sufficient, although.

It can by no means be sufficient.

The nurse finishes then says, “It is a morphine drip. When you discover you’re in ache, you possibly can press this button and it’ll prime you up. It gained’t will let you overdo it so you possibly can press it as and when wanted. It’s very regular to depend on it within the early days of your restoration, so don’t be afraid to make use of it. It can make you sleepy, however that’s very regular.” She appears to be like up and over to Mason, her cheeks fanning pink as she smiles sheepishly. “I’ll fetch you a recliner.”

“Thanks,” Mason tells her, dipping his head.

After which lastly, we’re alone. Mason rests himself on the sting of the mattress, staring down at me deep in thought. “I assumed I used to be going to die.” I smile awkwardly, attempting to cease my lip from trembling.

“Child—”

“Did she come again? Did Mum come again?”

He shakes his head no as his eyes drift closed, and for a second the ache in my aspect is gone, my coronary heart as a substitute uncovered to the repercussions of my mom’s actions as soon as once more.

“You despatched her to rehab?” I ask, my eyes feeling heavier than they did a couple of moments in the past.

“I solely ever wished you to have a household, Nina. Your mum. Jasmine. I assumed if I might repair the issues that led us right here, then possibly we’d be okay. If I knew she’d—” His head bows, his voice cracking, and I screw my very own face up in ache. “I’m so sorry.”

His head drops to my chest, and I cradle him there. “Mason, this isn’t your fault.” I exhale an extended breath, my arms getting heavy. “It’s no person’s fault.”

“I ought to’ve been there.” His tear-smothered voice wavers as he gently smooths a hand over my aspect. I can really feel myself beginning to drift to sleep, however I attempt to battle it. “Scarlet. Is she okay?”

He nods.

“Ellis. The place’s Ellis?” I lazily open my eyes.

“He’s with Maggie and John.”

I smile, beginning to give in to the darkness. “And Joey?”

When he doesn’t reply and I don’t really feel his head transfer in opposition to me, I frown, however I can’t open my eyes.

“Mase?” I attempt to say.

My physique is weightless, the ache gone.

“Mason?”

* * *

My physique tellsme to get up, however my eyes are unmoving. I can odor pancakes, I’m positive of it.

“It’s syrup. Gotta be.” I frown, Elliot’s voice drifting into my semi-state of consciousness.

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