JJ
He stopped beside the bed, and for one strange second relief moved through me before confusion swallowed it.
Of all the people who could have been standing in this room, he made the least sense and somehow the most. I knew him. I trusted him enough that seeing his face eased something in my chest, but I had no idea why he was here, why I was here, or why the stranger beside me seemed to know exactly how much water I was allowed to drink.
Nixx opened his mouth, but a knock sounded from somewhere beyond the bedroom.
“That’ll be the doctor,” he said.
Doctor.
Before I could ask anything, he left the room and returned with someone. A man in his late forties entered carrying a black medical bag, followed by a woman wearing navy scrubs.
The nurse.
She smiled when she saw my eyes open.
