Jack never left her side. He had stayed with her while she slept. She was curled up, careful not to put too much pressure on her ribs. Jack was sitting in a chair beside her, holding her hand. He watched her sleep as he stroked her hand with his thumb.

The cut on her cheek and lip were healing pretty quickly, along with the bruises.

Star groaned quietly before yawning tiredly, wincing in pain. Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked at Jack.

"Morning sleepyhead..."

Star couldn't help but grin, even though her ribs were aching like crazy.

"Morning to you too jack..." she said before wincing in pain again.

Jack slightly frowned as he looked at her. "You'll get better soon... I promise. Do you want to try walking again?"

She looked at him and slowly nodded nervously. He moved the covers off her body and helped her sit up before taking her hands in his.

He slowly helped her stand up. She whimpered in pain as jack softly hushed her. "Just take small steps." He said comfortingly. He took a step back, star slowly walking. "Good girl." He said, smiling softly. She took more steps than the previous night. After the 6th step, her legs shook and she whimpered in pain.

"Okay..." he gently sat her down and knelt down in front of her. "I'm proud of you. You're doing better."

"And I promise you, you will be better in the next day or so. But you still need to take it easy."

He held her hand and brought it to his lips, gently kissing her knuckles. He was falling in love with her. And she was falling in love with him.

She was so grateful for his help. She felt safe and happy with him.

Jack sat down next to her, still holding her hand. "I'm very sorry about what happened to you..." he felt extremely bad for her.

She looked down as she gently squeezed his hand. "It's not your fault... but I'm very grateful for your help. If it wasn't for you, I would be dead..."

She rested her head against his shoulder, which made jack blush. But it filled his heart with warmth and... love.

That's what he was feeling. Love. So what if they just met. He was meant to be with her. She was meant to be with him.

He would tell her tonight how she felt.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"You're very welcome. And I will make sure you recover... I won't let anybody hurt you..." he whispered as he slowly and carefully moved his hand up and down her side.