“Oh, Justine, I’m so sorry,” he whispered into her hair. There were tears on his cheeks too, now, there was no avoiding it. He felt a clenching deep in his stomach, a pain deep in his chest, at seeing her like this. He would have given anything he could have to make that pain go away. All he could do was support her now, and try to help her heal. He picked her up; her body felt frail and weightless that night, small as a doll in his strong arms, and he collapsed down on the bed with her. Laying down across the quilt, he curled her into his chest and stroked her hair while she cried, until finally, what felt like hours later, she sniffled and hiccupped her way into an uneasy sleep. Then, finally, James allowed his eyes to drift shut, and he slept with his hands entwined through hers.
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