Page 62 of For All It's Worth
“Not if it doesn’t hurt you.”
“It aches a little where I knocked it.” He let out a defeated sigh. “I think I’ll have to go on crutches for a couple of days.”
I backed up and went to the kitchen. “We’ll ice it and see what happens. Elevate it.”
“Yes sir,” he chuckled.
It helped my frame of mind to shove my problems out of the way and care for my friend. I got him the ice pack and then heated up some of the curry for him.
“Here,” I said, placing the ice pack on the bruising that was quickly developing. I pushed the coffee table against the sofa and piled it with pillows before indicating Henry should rest his legs on them.
He smiled at my poor nursing skills, shuffling over to elevate his abused limb. Then moaned around his first mouthful of food.
“Goddamn, that’s good.”
It was my turn to laugh at the sounds Henry made while he devoured the food. I settled next to him and he patted my leg.
“It’ll be fine. With Max. You’ll see.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely. You guys are meant to be.”
I let out a wistful sigh. “I hope so.”
“Bet you fifty dollars I’ll be there at your wedding one day.”
Laughter bubbled up again. Henry didn’t know my thoughts on marriage. “If we aren’t married in five years, you owe me fifty.”
“Deal.”
