Chapter 31
Thirty-One
NATASHA
Cool hands are on my face. It feels really good. I don’t hurt as bad as I did before, but I feel like I have to throw up again, and I flail about to get out of bed and run for the bathroom.
“Easy. You can throw up in here.”
Someone guides my head to the side of the bed, and I throw up until I’m heaving, and then there’s a cool cloth wiping over the back of my neck and face, and it helps with the nausea.
I don’t even open my eyes. I can’t. So tired.
I think I smell Julian. Is my husband here? I want to snuggle into that comforting scent. I want to ask for him, but I can’t.
I lie back down and return to sleep.
“I’m so sorry, Angel.” Is that Julian’s voice? It must be, but how did he get in my room? How did he find me?
I whimper because I’m starting to feel nauseous again, and my hands hurt.
“Shh, it’s going to be okay.”
“Dreaming.”
“No, baby, you’re not dreaming. We’re getting you better. Please forgive me. I’m so sorry.”
Lips brush over my forehead. It feels so nice.
I want to open my eyes and look at him, but I’m so tired. Maybe I really am dreaming. If he were really here, he’d be mad at me.
“I want to go home.”
“I’ll take you home as soon as you’re better.”
“You’ll hurt me.”
“No, Angel.” His voice cracks, and I want to see his face so badly. “Never. I’ll never hurt you again.”
He smells so good. It’s calming. I feel like I’ve had that thought before, but I just keep falling asleep.