Jax groaned, trying to put himself in Tara's shoes. He didn't think he would have had that kind of courage. "My brave girl," he said, reaching up now that he could touch her face. "No wonder you look so damn worn."

What would he have to do, Jax wondered, to convince her to get some sleep.

"I promise I'll be here when you wake up. Be a good boy and stay still and try to heal," he continued, keeping his voice low and gentle. "If you promise me you'll get some rest."

It took more effort than it ever had before, drawing her hand to his lips to kiss the fingers, but he made it slowly.

"Go to bed."