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I manage to get out of the bed– a bed I thought I was going to die in– and drop down in the wheelchair with a huff. Just that little bit of exertion has me feeling wiped out.Hell. This is going to suck. How am I going to do anything without falling down?
The moment DeLazzer wheels me into the other room, and I see Dash, Fallon and Sailor, my shoulders relax a bit and my heart starts beating a bit steadier. My gaze zeroes in on Sailor and she hurries over and lays a hand on my arm.
“How’re you feeling?” she asks, voice full of concern. I can barely manage a nod. My head feels like it weighs a ton.
“He’s going to need a few days to rest and regain his strength,” Dr. DeLazzer says. Hearing him say it again seems to make it a bit more real.Rest.I can’t remember the last time I did that.
“We’re taking you home,” Sailor announces. “And I’ll take care of everything. Don’t worry.” I’m not sure if she’s talking to me or the doc, but I’ll take it either way.
“Thank you, Sai,” I whisper, my voice husky. I’m so damn tired.
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I sleep the entire flight back to San Diego, but still feel really out of it when Sailor wakes me up after we land.Rest. Yeah, I know.
Dash and Sailor guide me over to the Slater Range Rover waiting at the airport hangar and help me slide into the back seat while Fallon wrangles the bags. I feel a little bad that she has to do that. Even without the slinky pink number and sky-high heels, Sai’s bag must weigh a ton. But I’m still heavier and, as strong as they are, I doubt Sailor and Fallon could wrangle my feeble ass to the car.
I slip in and out of sleep, but at some point, we arrive at my condo and once again Sai and Dash each slip under an arm and maneuver me inside and into my bed.
Dash fixes me with a concerned look before turning to Sailor. “You sure you’ll be okay?” he asks her.
“I’ll be fine,” she assures him. “If we need anything, I’ll call.”
That’s the last thing I remember before passing out again.
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The next time I open my eyes, it takes me a moment to remember I’m home and back in my own bed. There’s a warm body pressing against me, and Sailor’s sweet candy scent fills my nose. I take a moment to breathe her in and enjoy the feel of her next to me.
Unfortunately, reality hits all too quickly. My mouth tastes like hot garbage and my muscles feel stiff. Like I haven’t used them in a month. I attempt to stretch and Sailor’s eyes flutter open.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”
She leans up on her elbow and gives me a sleepy smile. “It’s okay. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
“How long have I been out?”
She tilts her blonde head, glancing over at my clock. “Almost 24 hours.”
“Aw, hell.” I swipe a hand through my hair, which is sticking straight up.
“How do you feel?”
Is it bad that I like the concern I hear in her voice? Knowing it’s for me?
“Tired,” I admit. “But so much better. I need to use the bathroom.” Sitting all the way up, I slide my long legs over the side of the bed and a wave of dizziness slams into me.
“Take it easy,” Sailor says and grips my arm. “I’m here to help, so let me.” She gets up and slips beneath my arm, helping me stand up. We walk over to the bathroom and I’m beginning to feel like a 90-year-old man.
I have a new appreciation for the word “help.” Without hers, I’d probably be face down on the floor right now. I also have a new appreciation for how her hands feel on me. How her body feels against mine.
Way too fucking good.
She walks me right over to the toilet and a small frown tugs at her lips. “You, ah, need any help with anything?” she asks tentatively.
Goddamn, she’s adorable.“I think I got it,” I say in a low, teasing voice.Wait, what the hell am I thinking?I wonder as she slips back out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her to give me privacy. I should’ve told her I needed help. Nothing better or more healing than Sailor tugging my pajama bottoms down. The idea of her hands near my dick…
“Fuuuck,” I whisper, trying not to indulge in lusty thoughts right now.Down, boy. Wrong direction for our current needs.I give my head a shake and take care of things myself. After flushing the toilet, I wander over to the sink and stare at my reflection while I wash up. I look like death warmed over. Pink blotches cover my face and my normal stubble is quickly turning into a beard. There’s a light knock at the door and Sailor pushes it open, peeking in.
