Page 25 of A Case of You
After finishing his oatmeal, he stared at the group of pills. Not only prescription meds, but also some supplements.
He hated taking them.
Ironic that he had no trouble deep-throating one of his guy’s cocks, but swallowing a pill or capsule filled him with dread and nearly made him gag.
I’m stalling.
Once he got started taking them, one at a time, it was a little easier.
Leaving the Xanax for last.
He picked up the tiny pill and stared at it, delaying.
He’d slept really good last night.
Damngood.
Best night’s sleep he’d had in weeks, especially with his high pain levels the past several days.
Except he hated the way they made him feel. Hell, he didn’t even drink very often, because it didn’t take much to knock him out.
“Don’t get too used to being here,” he mumbled at the pill before dropping it into his mouth and washing it down.
That done, he rinsed his bowl and spoon, put them in the dishwasher, and headed for the bedroom to lie down. He didn’t want to be on his feet and out and about until he got used to the kick these damn things had.
In bed would be safest.
If nothing else, I can sleep through my pain.
Chapter Seven
“I amnotriding in that damn thing, so forget it.”
Jeff stared at the two determined girls, who insisted he should use the motorized cart at Publix for their grocery shopping trip for Thanksgiving dinner ingredients.
“Dad told us to keep an eye on you,” Emma said.
“He didnotsay to make me use something that I don’t need to use.”
“You’d totally rock it,” Grace said.
He glared at her.
She held up her hands. “I’m just sayin’.”
“Come on. Don’t make me pull dad-rank on you two. That thing is for people who can’t walk around at all. I can walk pushing a regular grocery cart.” Late that Monday afternoon, a week after his massive flare hit, and Jeff was feeling worlds better than he had that same time the week prior.
He wasn’t feeling “well,” and certainly not “healthy,” but currently hovered at a functional level of pain and mobility that might as well be either or both of those adjectives, all things considered.
Grace lightly backhanded Emma’s shoulder with a playful grin. “Told you. That’s five bucks you owe me.”
“You didn’t try very hard to help me convince him.”
“I told you to go for guilt and puppy-dog eyes right from the start, and you didn’t. Not my fault you wasted an opportunity like that.”
He held up a hand. “Hold on. Youbeteach other on whether or not you could get me to use the electric cart?”
Emma blushed. “It was Grace’s idea.”
