Jack

After leaving the treatment room, I had mixed feelings that I couldn’t even describe. At least she was alive, that alone gave me a little peace. But she looked so pale and weak, her eyes dim and her energy low. It made anger boil inside me like a fire that refused to die. I wanted to comfort her, hold her, tell her she would be safe now, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to scare her more than she already was. She needed time to heal, to find balance within herself before I could ...