Emma POV
Emma didn't sleep well. She tossed and turned the rest of the night, dreams of the wolf plaguing her sleep. She would wake up, drenched in sweat and shaking. Every time she jerked awake, Logan woke up. He would try to hold her and comfort her, but she would just push him away. That didn't stop him from trying though. Her leg was throbbing, the pain pills weren't helping. Logan told her that he would ask the doctor if he could get her something stronger.
The pain had gotten so bad at one point that it made her sick to her stomach. Luckily there was a small trash can nearby that Logan was able to grab for her just in time to keep her from throwing up all over the bed and the floor. Logan put the back of his hand to her forehead to see if she was warm. He was frowning and he looked concerned.
