Jayee opened her heavy eyes as she felt a sharp pain in her leg, blinking several times to get used to the awful bright light overhead. Groaning softly, she tried to sit up but someone pushed her back down gently. Saying something in another language it seemed like before her hearing slowly cleared and she could hear him properly. "No you have to stay down while we finish sewing the wound shut." he said firmly then his hands lifted off her shoulders and her eyes shut again. Once again falling into the dark embrace of sleep.<br/><br/>The next time she woke up, it was dark in the room as the lights had been shut off and she was warmly wrapped up in a blanket. However, she could feel the caked on mud, blood, and the fabric moving against the bare parts of her skin. A frown creased her brow and she sat up before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Hopping off, she bit her tongue as she held back a cry of pain from the sharp and stinging bolt that ran through her right leg. Turning on the lamp by the bed, she realized that she was back in her apartment. A few of her men had brought her and Fernando back up to the apartment.<br/><br/>Looking down at her leg, she saw tight and neat stitches on her mid-thigh and she sat back down on the edge of her bed. Everything coming back to her, she almost wanted to break down crying but she choked down the feeling. Instead, she grabbed a long t-shirt, a clean pair of panties and a bra then walked out into the hall slowly. Careful not to re-open her stitches as she went into the bathroom. Shutting the door, she turned on a hot shower to take away the chill in her body. Removing the clothes she actually had left on, she got into the shower and relaxed. Softly moaning at the wonderful feel of the hot water washing away all the dirt, grime, blood, and coldness from her body. Soon getting out, now all cleaned as she dried herself off then pulled on her red panties, black bra, and long t-shirt before she exited the bathroom. Sighing contentedly as she felt much better now then she had when she first got up.<br/><br/>As she started to walk by Fernando's mattress, she stopped and bent down carefully next to it. Watching his peaceful and relaxed form sleep, she gently brushed her fingers over his cheek as she smiled softly. Remembering the pain and effort he went through to save both of them, she lost track of how long she sat there stroking his cheek gently. But soon, she was laying on the very edge of his mattress as she fell asleep close to him. Feeling suddenly, much safer when she was with him.