Into his arms Ch7
Morning came and Adreanna woke to see sun streaming in the window of the room; and Jack sitting asleep in a chair not far to the side of the bed. She whispered his name weakly and he too woke. He was glad to see her awake and conscious.
"Yes luv." He answered as he got up and knelt by the side of the bed.
"What happened to my clothes?" Jack new this moment was coming. And he was almost dreading it. If he said something she might take it the wrong way, and want to leave. He didn't want that.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" he asked. She felt her hand throbbing, and pulled it out from under the covers.
"Yes. Vaguely. I fell on the road and cut my hand…" There was a pause as she tried to recollect the rest. "and I passed out at your door." Jack was relieved to hear that she remembered.
"I ask you again." she said in a weak tone. "What happened to my clothes?" Jack sighed.
"When you came in last night you where soaked. Top to bottom. And you had blood all over you. After I wrapped your hand I went to get you some broth, and when I came back you where struggling to get out of your clothes. You where so upset, and you where yelling "Get me out of these clothes!" Then you passed out again. I thought that it was important to get you out of your wet clothes so I took them off."
"You what!?" she retorted angrily. She grabbed the blankets on top of her. She stood up and took two steps towards the door. Then she once again lost her footing and fell back into Jacks arms.
She wouldn't make it very far.