Page 90 of #Lovestrong

Cameron starts to fade, and a pulling sensation hits my gut so hard, I feel like I'm going to throw up. The next thing I know, I'm falling sideways and something firm grabs me.

"Lena, you okay? You're sweating."

I sit up and Jackson turns me toward him. I replay the dream over again in my head and turn to stare at the cross in the front of the room, dimly lit by an overhead light. A warmth spreads through my chest as more tears fall and a grin spreads across my face.

"Lena, did you hear me?"

"I'm sorry, Jackson. What's wrong? Is Declan okay?" The panic from earlier starts to creep in again.

"He’s out of surgery. They're going to let us go up to his room. They said he's going to be okay."

I sigh in relief and hug Jackson tight.

Thank God. And thanks, Cameron.