Chapter Six
The bed moved.I lifted my head to look at Adam. He was still propped up, but based on the expression he wore, the pain relievers had worn off.
Beyond him, Tor slept in the chair. The way his chin rested on his chest was going to give him a neck ache. I smiled slightly to myself. Both of them needed a little fussing, and I imagined they’d react about the same to it.
Although I tried to ease from the bed without making a sound, Tor immediately lifted his head and looked at me.
“He needs another pain reliever. I’ll be right back.”
He grunted and focused on Adam.
Downstairs, Brog watched a movie, a cartoon, with no volume. I’d tried telling Tor he could go home to rest when Brog had shown up, but he asked to stay. After Emily’s comment about his excitement over Adam’s friendship, I’d agreed—on the condition he at least sleep while Brog watched over us all.
“Hey, Brog,” I said softly. “Are you hungry? Do you need anything?”
“I’m fine, June. Do you need help?”
“No. Just getting more medicine for Adam.”
He watched me fill a cold glass of water from the tap and shake out a pill that Cassie had left for us.
“Thank you for staying,” I said before heading back upstairs.
Tor stood near one of the windows, peeking around the curtain when I entered. He immediately moved away from the window and focused on what I was doing.
“Adam, I think you need another pain reliever,” I said, touching his shoulder.
“Yeah,” he rasped, working to open his eyes. They opened a bit wider than they had for lunch.
“Bathroom too,” he added.
“Bottle?” I handed him the glass and the pill and watched him take it.
“No. I want to try to move around. Would you mind going downstairs for a bit?”
“Nope. Not this time. I’m going to fluff your pillows and straighten the bed while you’re gone. Plus, I plan to stare at your ass.”
He made a sound that started out a snort and ended with a grunt.
“Careful. You’re starting to sound like Tor.”
Tor flashed his teeth at me, and I returned his smile this time.
“Would you like me to carry you, Adam? You can stand in the bathroom with the door closed.”
“And deprive June of her peep-show? I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“He’s just saying that because he’d feel weird if you carried him while he’s naked,” I said with a smirk.
“More pillow fluffing and less talking,” Adam said before easing himself forward.
I watched his face closely. He noticed.
“It hurts, but it doesn’t hurt more. I’m fine, June.”
This time, I snorted.
He eased himself to the edge of the bed. However, when he tried to put pressure on his leg, he immediately sat back down.