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guy. Just have him come by and you distract Ry if you have to. And
thanks, man. Thanks for being here through all this.”
    He nods. “Anytime, brother, that’s what family is for. Now
get some rest, I got her for now. You take care of you.”
    As the door closes and I am left to ponder the strange
events of the past hour - hell, the past ten days - I am at a loss. I wish I
could remember all the details. I know there is a lot more to the story than
anyone is telling me. Maybe a little time and rest will bring it back?
    I assume I will be speaking to the detective at some point. Maybe
he will shed some light on all this crap. It is a strange thing to have someone
else describe moments of your life to you, but I will take anything I can get
right now.
    Trying to put my mind at ease I shift in the bed, upsetting
the rest of my broken body. Is there really no relief from this damn pain? I have
never been one to take drugs of any sort, but in this moment I am desperate for
relief. The coma may have been preferable to this state.
    I press the red button on the side of my bed to buzz the
nurses’ station. I am greeted by a sweet voice.
    “Yes Mister Ash what can I do for you?”
    Clearing my throat, hoping I don’t sound too needy, I ask,
“Is there anything I can take for this pain?”
    Like music to my ears I am met with a “Yes, sir. I will be
right there.”
    Moments later, nurse Michelle enters the room and plunges a
syringe of pain relief into my IV. In a flash I am drifting off into what I
hope is a dreamless and pain-free sleep.

Chapter 6
    Rylee
    From the moment, Jeremy woke up until now my overwhelming
emotion has been joy. Happiness, elation, walking on cloud nine - all describe
my relieved state. The moment Jeremy awoke was probably one of the greatest
moments of my life. Just knowing that I would not go through the rest of my
life without hearing his voice or seeing him smile brought me to tears. I was ecstatic.
I am ecstatic.
    Leaving J’s room, however, the initial high begins to wear off.
I am hit by a tidal wave of conflicting emotions all competing for space in my
overtired head. Every emotion I have locked away or hidden from in the past ten
days comes rushing forward. I am a wreck, with tears running down my face and
sobs lurking in the back of my throat.
    I make my way out to the all too familiar ICU waiting room
and take up residence in my usual gray chair in the corner. Unable to get a
hold on myself, I curl up with my knees to my chest and let the tears flow. My
tears are a cathartic release. I haven’t slept more than a few hours each night
since J was brought in and I am exhausted. Add the stress of his injuries and
the continued threats, and I am a mess.
    J asked me to go home and take a nap and shower, but I
cannot bear to leave just yet. He has only been awake a little over an hour.
What if there is a relapse, or worse? Staying near is the only reasonable option
for me at this point.
    I have seen enough medical dramas on television to know that
it is when you think things are OK that they like to pull the rug from beneath
you. I know my life is not a television show, but it has rivaled one lately. Maybe
I’ll go home tomorrow if he is still doing well.
    All these thoughts run through my head as I try to get a
grasp on my wayward emotions, but it is no use. Instead, I bury my head in my
knees and cry. Thankfully I am alone up here for once. Well, except for my
bodyguard. He probably thinks I am certifiable, but that’s fine.
    Entranced in my world of tears, relief, and exhaustion, I am
startled when I feel strong arms wrap me up and pull me in. The familiar
fragrance of crisp, clean body wash mixed with the heavenly scent of pure man
tells me that the arms belong to Austin. Without hesitation, I collapse into
him, content to let the world fall away for a moment.
    All the anger and resentment I thought I felt towards him
melts away at the tenderness of his touch. None of this is his fault: