Petal
I couldn’t help but wish Rooster would come back up to the room and sit with me. If they all insisted on me having babysitters all the time, then I wish I had a say in who sat with me. Don’t get me wrong, Jax was nice and all, but like his son, I quickly grew irritated with him. The two of them obviously hated sitting with me, or maybe it was just being in the hospital. But they just sat there next to me, flipping through the magazines that had been brought up to help entertain me. Looking through the magazines wasn’t even the problem. It was the fact that neither one of them was actually looking at or reading anything in the magazine. They were just flipping the pages one right after the other nonstop. Rooster at least read the pages of the magazines he had picked up. But Jax and G
