I woke up the next morning feeling like someone had beaten me with a stick and my whole body ached in ways I didn't know were possible and when I tried to sit up the room spun so bad I had to lay back down.

Jax was still there asleep in the chair and he looked uncomfortable as hell with his head tilted at a weird angle and I felt bad that he'd stayed all night but also kind of glad because waking up alone would have sucked.

I tried sitting up again slower this time and managed to get vertical ...