“Is this your thing for Art?” Mav asks, not caring that he’s drawn the attention of Luc and Dom too.
“Yeah,” I say tightly. The ache to snatch my sketchpad away is fierce enough that I clench my fists under the table.
“That’s fucking awesome, dude!” Maverick praises. Dom and Luc chime in with their agreements.
“Are you and Rory doing a joint artwork thing?” My brother asks absentmindedly as he focuses on studying the drawing.
I frown. “No, why?”
Mav doesn’t look up but a secretive smile plays on his face. “No reason.”
I pester him but he refuses to answer me.
As I’m adding some detail, I decide that I will mix some colour into it. Originally, I was going to stick to black and white but some colour is needed in areas.
It took me a while to settle on an idea but once I had it, it was only a matter of getting it down on paper.
I’m completely focused until I pick up voices from deeper in the house.
Rory’s awake.
. . .
Rory ~
Ow, is the first thing I think when I wake up.
My whole body fuckinghurts.
I groan, not even attempting to move.
“Ro?”
My eyes subconsciously open. The blur as I try to focus my eyes on Jace’s handsome face.
“Why is there two of you?” I whimper.
The bed shifts on the other side of me. Fingers touch both my cheeks and forehead.
“How’re you feeling, Rory?” Alec asks me. Alec…that makes sense.
“Like death.” I regret my decision to turn my head to look at him. Speaking of which, what the hell’s on my head? I lift my hand, feeling a damp cloth.
“I’m trying to keep your temperature down,” both Alec’s tell me. That makes sense. It feels nice. But it’s kinda cold.
“Are you up to telling me your symptoms?” Alec asks. God, I could listen to his voice all day. It’s so smooth and calming.
“Everything aches. I was cold two seconds ago but now I’m kind of hot and right now I’m seeing double. Which doesn’t seem like a good thing.”
“Okay, Sunshine,” Alec says, softly. “I can give you something to help if you can sit up and eat something.”
I weigh up the pros and cons but let’s be honest, my brain doesn’treallyseem to be doing any thinking.
I decide it’s worth the pain of moving and try to sit up. I mewl at the ache in my bones. Jace is there instantly, helping me sit up.
“You okay, Ro?” Jace asks, concern riddled in his face.
“Yeh.” I smile weakly. It doesn’t convince him.
