Chapter fourteen - Kenji

I wake up with a dead arm, my fingertips tingling but feeling foreign on my arm which is acting like it's doubled in size overnight and Jenny's housemate is singing loudly again as he walks past her room while his girlfriend tries hard to make him be quiet. I'm not sure why she still tries, I've only slept here a dozen or so nights and even I can tell it doesn't work, in fact, it might just make it a little bit worse.

"I hate him so much." Jenny moans, curling into me further and releasing the pressure on my arm which is then swamped with the prickle of pins and needles as it comes back to life. "It's five in the morning... On a Saturday. It's like he has to punish those of us who aren't masochistic enough to voluntarily get up that early."

"Shh he's gone now, go back to sleep." I whisper, stroking her hair with my normal, tingle free hand, loving the feel of her snuggled into my chest.

It's been so good the last few weeks, we've hung out with her friends quite a bit and even her si