When I awoke hours later, my body was stiff, and my head pounded mercilessly. I winced as I tried to sit up, but Trent's arm tightened around me. We were still crammed onto the tiny hospital bed, and I couldn't stop the small smile that formed knowing he hadn't left my side.
My mind was clearer now that I'd slept, and all the drugs the doctor had given me were out of my system. I wasn't having anymore stomach cramps, and I prayed that was a good sign. I curled back up next to Trent, nuzzling closer to his neck, letting his scent wrap around me. I kissed his neck, and he groaned.
"How're you feeling?" he asked, his voice heavy with sleep.
"Okay," I said. "I'm not having any pain."
"Good," he said, twisting his head just enough for his lips to brush across my forehead. "And how are you feeling about me? Still think I'm planning to ditch you?"