"No, I don't want the morphine shot. I don't want to sleep. I just want to lay here with you. Is that so much to ask now?" Shit, he'd snapped and he hadn't meant to but he was just tired. Was everyone going to avoid him now? Was she lying when she said she wasn't mad at him? As much as he was in pain, he ignored it and sat straight up, his hands propping him up on the bed. "Tell me if you are mad with me or hurt or ....any number of things. Just tell me if we're not alright right now. I need to know." And there was a pleading sort of look in his eyes that just begged her to be straight with him.