Jason's POV.
"Emma!" "Emma!" "Emma!" "EMMA."
Her name came out in a wicked, horrified scream as I jolted upright and searched the room frantically for her. Instead, my eyes landed on Emmerson. She was standing next to my bed, staring at me with a worried, frightened expression. Her eyes were wide and filled with concern.
"Where is she? Where is Emma? Is she okay?" My voice was raspy and hoarse. It hurt to speak. My throat felt tender and bruised.
"She's fine. Emma is fine. She's at the clinic, working." Emmerson's voice was gentle as she tried to calm me down.
I sighed heavily and leaned back against the pillows. A wave of relief washed over me.
"How long have I been out?"
"Almost a week."
I stared at Emmerson with wide eyes. She smiled at me. She had a strange light in her eyes. "
