Riding up to the fifth floor with Jessie in the elevator, Alan excused himself to make some calls. Jess found Zach's room number and walked inside. He was still out cold. She stood over him and gently rubbed the hair from his forehead. Something her mother had done to her when she was sick as a child.
Jess sat down and held Zach's hand. She chastised herself because she knew she'd been very selfish when they lived together...that she hadn't tried hard enough to make it work. Zach had done everything he could to make her happy and what did she do? She walked out on him. The hurtful words she'd said to him before he'd gotten shot replayed through her mind again and cut her like a knife. She hadn't meant to say she didn't care if he got killed. God, that was the last thing she wanted. The tears rolled down her cheeks like a waterfall. She could never take those words back. He had to know she didn't mean them.