"Y'mean you'd replace me so quick with a bag of fluff?" He sounded wounded, truly.
Chuckling, he left the room and headed for the kitchen.
It wasn't the straightest line anyone ever walked, but he managed with some support from the wall. Making a pit stop on the way there, he grabbed a bottle of Tylenol from the bathroom, then went to the kitchen for two bottled waters.
He also rooted around for something to put in his stomach that was still somewhat determined to turn itself inside out. Without the time, or strength really, to make the biscuits he wanted, he settled for a cold piece of fried chicken from the fridge.
Tossing the leg bone into the trash, he headed back to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he shook out a pair of pills into his palm, and offered them to her along with one of the waters.
"I bet that pillow ain't nice enough t'get you painkillers."
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Chuckling, he left the room and headed for the kitchen.
It wasn't the straightest line anyone ever walked, but he managed with some support from the wall. Making a pit stop on the way there, he grabbed a bottle of Tylenol from the bathroom, then went to the kitchen for two bottled waters.
He also rooted around for something to put in his stomach that was still somewhat determined to turn itself inside out. Without the time, or strength really, to make the biscuits he wanted, he settled for a cold piece of fried chicken from the fridge.
Tossing the leg bone into the trash, he headed back to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he shook out a pair of pills into his palm, and offered them to her along with one of the waters.
"I bet that pillow ain't nice enough t'get you painkillers."