Chapter 67 - I hate Hospitals

Esme's POV

As the darkness enveloped all my senses, I struggled to discern the passage of time. My mind was a jumbled mess, memories of the past week or month blurring with the present. Had I imagined Jaxon's presence in the underground shitpit Or was it a cruel trick played by my drug-addled brain?

My body felt heavy and weak, the lingering effects of Adeline's concoctions still coursing through my veins. But amidst the fog, a voice, soft and gentle, a voice I knew all too well.

Jaxon's voice.

Jaxon whispered, his breath warm against my hand.

"Esme baby. That's it just keep opening them slowly" he says which has me wanting to open then with full force but the lights hurt a little so I had to close them until I could manage to adjust to the brightness.

My eyes fluttered open, and there he was, standing over me, his piercing, beautiful eyes filled with concern. I reached out a trembling hand, desperate to confirm his presence.

'Jaxon,' I murmured, my voice barely a whisper.

He took my