“How are you feeling?”

“Like a demon threw me into a wall two days ago. Ow by the way.”

I muted the television and turned my attention to Lachlan. For the past half hour I listened to him tinkering around in my kitchen. He returned to the living room with nothing else to show for his time away, and the noise, other than a cup of hot tea. Delicious hot tea, but still, just a cup of tea. 

Oddly enough, even in the summer, a cup of hot tea made me feel instantly better. Even if it did mean a lower setting on the air conditioner. I earned it.

I vocalized the painful protest from my ribs when Lachlan raised my legs enough to reposition my calves onto his thighs. 

“Are you really one of those patients?”

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