I woke up coughing and there was blood on my hands and Jax was there right away saying "I'm getting help" but I grabbed his arm and said "No don't leave me" and he stayed.

The sun was coming up through the windows and I could see dust floating in the light and everything looked different somehow and I wondered if this was what dying felt like and if things just got quieter until they disappeared.

"How long was I asleep," I asked and my voice sounded weak.

"A few hours," Jax said and he looked ...