The bed dipping under his weight behind her rolled her a smidge in his direction but she stared unseeing at the curtains on the far side of the room.
“Hey, chérie. Max says he came in and talked to you, but you didn’t answer. Are you okay? He’s concerned you are sick.”
She felt his hand push her hair off her face, damp and sticking to her skin.
“Chérie, why are you crying?” He paused as she whimpered as if in pain, “oh, did your lady friend you mentioned yesterday arrive? Are you having pain? What can I get for you?”
She shook her head against his question. She opened her mouth wanting to speak but the words wouldn’t form.
He rounded the bed and lay on it beside her facing her. “Bobbie. You’re very pale. What is wrong?”
“I- “she tried again, and her voice was a squeak.
“My love, you
