Eric sits back, resting against the headboard with his legs stretched out in front of him.
He keeps his shoes on. It's not like Pam can see him.

He looks down at Jemma lying beside him. Curled up and pale.
And for the briefest of moments, she is a bleeding child, torn apart and crushed - and he blinks and shakes his head and she is Jemma again.

Edgington will suffer for this.

He pushes a stray lock of hair out of Jemma's face.
He owes her for this.
She's a brave little thing.

And stupid.

Sookie Humans often are.

He sighs and rubs his hands over his face.