♥ Jethro ♥
Two weeks. That’s how long it had been since Chloe was pulled from the woods, bloody and broken but still breathing. Two weeks of doctors, check-ins, medicine schedules, ice packs, and pillows propped under her leg. Two weeks of quiet days and silent nights, except for the ones that weren’t quiet at all. The nightmares came almost every night now. She didn’t always wake up screaming. Sometimes she just whimpered. Sometimes she cried. And sometimes she didn’t make a sound at all, just clenched the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her body locked in terror. I didn’t sleep much anymore. Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want to. I wanted to be awake when it happened. I wanted to be there for her when she needed me. I always pulled her into my arms and r
