I blinked against the low light. Wondered if this was heaven. Since there were no hot women in scanty clothes, I was going to go with no.
"Hey, Counselor," Jessa said softly.
I turned my head, felt everything inside me bunch and relax. "This is even better than heaven."
Her smile was drenched in tears, but she shook her head. "No. Just the VIP room in an Italian hospital." She grabbed my hand, wrapped hers around it. "You scared me, Dom."
My heart pinched. She rarely called me that. I could count on one hand the number of times it had passed her lips.
"I had to save Jaz. I promised you I would." My mouth felt like it was full of cotton and metal shavings. I tried to swallow. Felt my throat catch.
Jessa reached to the bedside table. Grabbed up a cup. When she dipped her fingers in its depths, she came back out with an ice chip. She slid it between my lips.