"Yeah," she breathed, and she moved the chair closer. Her hand still held his as her brows furrowed together. "Yeah, I know you're smart, I just didn't know what you remembered." She looked like hell, but at his question she lied straight to his face. "I'm okay. Don't worry about me, Jax, okay? The boys are okay, too." She knew they were being taken care of, and for that she was profoundly grateful.

Okay was not a word she really should have used to describe herself, but she'd lie. She'd lie a million times if it meant he didn't worry, right now. "How much pain are you in? There's a pump, it'll give you more morphine."