You're mad at yourself

Grace's POV

A groan escaped my lips as I slapped my head, which was spinning and aching badly. My hand hurt like crazy, I tried to turn and whine when I felt the pain all over my body. It was like someone kept using a hammer on me. I was hurting so badly.

What the hell happened?

“You're awake” I turned my head to the side. Davis was coming out of the bathroom.

“I am,” I replied. My voice cracked, I swallowed, then licked my dried lips.

“Water?” He asked but passed a glass of water to me anyway. I tried to sit upright and as I did so, I whined and groaned. Tears escaped my eyes, even with Davis's help. Under his breath, he kept swearing and cursing, I didn't need to ask to know how angry he was. The man was damn angry.

I took the glass of water and took gulps of it before passing it back to him. It was while I was giving him back the glass that I remembered what had happened.

“Jerry…” I murmured, and my eyes widened, “Davis, Jerry, he—”

“I know,” he replied as he moved closer to me.