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“Do you want me to watch Adam?” he asked.
I gave him a small smile for that thoughtful offer.
“I think we wore him out with all the talking and moving. He’ll probably be out for a while longer. What are we watching?” I gestured at the TV.
“I don’t know.” He handed me the movie case, and I grinned.
“I wouldn’t have pictured you as a mermaid fan, but I approve.”
For the next hour, the classic film entertained us. It’d been years since I’d last watched it and could say I still loved it just as much.
“Did you eat any of the stew that Emily made?” I asked.
“No.”
“Okay. I’ll peek in on Adam then see if I can make us something for lunch.”
Adam was the same as when I’d left him, but the snow bags had melted to warm water. I changed them out and checked his eyes. As soon as I lifted the cloth, he tiredly looked at me.
“I have to pee.”
“Okay. Let me get Tor to help you.”
His eyes shifted from me to the bathroom door.
“I could get a bottle or something if you’re not up for it.”
“Have Tor bring a bottle.”
I nodded and crashed into Tor outside the bedroom. Thankfully, he caught me to prevent me from bouncing my face off his abs.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, stepping back. “He has to go to the bathroom but hurts too much to get up. I’ll find him something to pee in. He doesn’t want me to help though. Would you mind?”
“I’ll help.”
I hurried to the kitchen and found two large, reusable water bottles in the cupboard. One I kept empty, the other I filled. When I handed the empty one over to Tor, I also asked him to watch for blood in the urine.
“It can happen with hard hits to the kidneys.”
He grunted, promised to make sure Adam drank, and went upstairs.
Distracting myself, I went to the TV and dug through the supplies Adam had hidden in the cabinet. By the time Tor returned, I had beans soaking for tomorrow and spaghetti boiling on the stove.
“His urine did not smell like blood.” He announced before giving me a troubled look. “He did not like me smelling it.”
I laughed. A real one because I could imagine Adam’s face.
“I imagine not. It was for his own good, though. Is your sense of smell that enhanced? Could you have actually smelled blood?”
“Yes.”
“That’s impressive.” I drained the noodles and poured the tomato sauce over them before excusing myself to check on Adam.
His eyes opened when he heard me entering the room.
“I heard you laugh,” he said, a slight tip to the corner of his puffy lip.
“Bet you wish it would have been me pouring out your pee,” I said, coming closer to fuss over his washcloth. Adam caught my hand and held it in his own. I didn’t miss the wince in his expression.
