Mina walked away and Jekyll threw my covers off, helping me sit up.
“Do you want a pill now?” he asked. “You’re due.”
“I’m okay,” I said, but when he helped me off the mattress, I grabbed his arms, hissing in pain. “I’m not okay.”
“Right. Pill now,” he said, settling me back on the bed.
He helped me dress and then carried me into the living room, lowering me into my giant chair where I was able to join in the fun without danger of getting hurt.
Mina scooted her butt off the kitchen stool and came running to me. “Do you want a pancake?”
“I would love a pancake, thank you.”
“How many?” she continued.
“Two, please.”
She gave me a hug, then made her way back to the kitchen to give my dad the order while Jekyll set a cup of coffee on the table beside me. “Those meds kickin’ in yet?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
He stroked my cheek, then went back to the kitchen. I watched as he focused on Mina, chatting away, telling him all about the book she wanted him to read to her at bedtime, and he nodded, and chuckled at all the right times, solidifying his hero status in both Mina’s and my book.
I let the sweetness of the morning fill me up, and I couldn’t wait for more of this domestic bliss in the coming weeks.
Indigo
For the next two weeks, my life consisted of physical therapy and doctor follow-ups. I was never allowed to be alone, so either Jekyll, Bellamy, or my dad was with me at all times.
By day three, I was getting antsy.
By day four, I was over it all together.
But, here I sat, totally unable to do anything for myself. Mina had decided being with her friends would be okay as long as she could see Jekyll every day, so she was at Walker House for the time being while the authorities tried to find family members who could take her and the others. Bellamy was pretty much doing my job, with the occasional phone call when I needed to make a final decision, and my dad was hovering in the form of calling me every four hours to make sure I was doing okay.
“Babe,” Jekyll said, sounding irritated.
