For the last three days, I've hardly gotten out of bed. I know I need the rest, but it isn't just that. Every time I so much as feel the bandages, I remember what's under them, and it literally sucks the life out of me. I know Timber says he doesn't care, but what man wouldn't care about taking someone out with words like these carved into their body? Every man would care, and as wonderful as Timber can be, he's still a guy, right?
Opening my eyes, I sit up to find Faylinn lying next to me, Carrigan sitting at the bottom of the bed, and Kicker resting on the chaise lounge.
"I need a shower," I blurt out, throwing the blankets off me. "And someone needs to take this f*****g IV out of my arm. I'm over it."
Kicker comes over and gently takes my arm. After pulling some supplies out
