Nichole Chase

"You love me?” My brain was mush and I wasn’t sure if it was from his words or the pain pill. Yes, I love you.” His eyes bored into mine.“I love you.” I traced his cheek with my fingers. “Can you tell me again when I’m not on pain medicine?” “I’ll tell you every day.” “Maybe twice a day?” I felt my eyelids growing heavy.“A hundred times a day."