Finally.
“We’ll tell them everything.”
Fuck.
A tiny pressure to my forehead.
Was Daniel fucking kissing me when Mom and Dad were freaking out?
Get your priorities in order, man. Jesus Christ.
I tried everything to pull out of his hand so I could smack him upside the head.
It didn’t work.
I let the darkness take me again.
There was no point hanging around if he wouldn’t listen to me.
We seriously needed to work on our nonverbal communication.
“I’m glad my son has you in his corner, Daniel. Thank you for looking after him.”
“I agree. This wasn’t quite how I thought it would go, but you honor us, Daniel. I’m proud to be able to call you our son-in-law. We’ll see you soon.”
Mom’s and Dad’s blessings were what woke me from my doze.
They hadn’t even met Daniel face-to-face yet, and they still felt comfortable giving him their blessing?
What magic was this?
When I felt a harder pressure on my wrist, I squeezed back.
“I love you too, baby.”
Oh my God. Gripping his hand was getting easier. Was I finally starting to get better?
I gave another squeeze, putting everything I had into it.
“They know it’s a fake marriage, right?”
Fuck off, Jackson. It’s as real as we want it to be.
“Not for long.”
You tell him, Rosey.
You tell him.
I didn’t know what time it was when I was finally able to open my eyes, but the strange room I was in was dark, so I assumed it was nighttime.
It had still been morning when the twister had hit, so I’d been out for quite a while, then.
A slow, steady beep broke the silence. Mechanical.
There was a constant pressure on my right index finger that wouldn’t dislodge when I wiggled it. My middle finger slid up against whatever hard contraption was on my index finger before it registered that it was a heart rate monitor thingy.
That explained the beeping, then.
