After the whirlwind day and night I've experienced today, seeing Jax awake is the relief we were all waiting for. He's still running a fever, but it has significantly gone down since. He's on the bed with bandages wrapped around his chest, sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool temperature of the room, and his complexion remains pale. But we're all hopeful he will come out of this and bounce back to his usual self.
In the armchair next to his bed sits Mariano, my husband and my childhood sweetheart. Is that too mushy to claim? I don't even remember our encounter happening and it's honestly frustrating.
To be honest, I don't remember much about my childhood except for the constant people that were always around me. I keep waiting for that magical second where my memories come back to me from when I met him so I can also savor the moments I had with him during that time when I was still a child. But it's not happening.