Dirks pov
A few months passed since Jake's breakdown, after we had talked that night, and a few more nights after he was finally seeming to shine again. The little sparkel in his beautiful green eyes was bright and true.
He was still him, but the subtle changes where noticed. Becoming more of an indoor person, slightly less social, ect. That was normal, to be expected and we didn't mind. I was just happy he closer, easier to protect.
One night he had apparently woken up so early it was still dark when I was woken up by his wines from the bathroom
I had gotten up and came over to the door creeking it open slowly.
"Jake, you alright?" I asked. He was hunched over the sink holding his mouth.
He had shaken his head to my question "no my whole mouth hurts"
