Page 114 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 42

"Lizzy." Roar's deepvoice rolled through her like a freight train.

She raised her head off his vibrating chest and came right awake. "Are you okay?"

"Alive." He kissed her forehead. "I need to take a piss."

She found her upper body on his chest and her legs caught between him and the back of the couch. Sometime during the night, she'd closed her eyes while he'd slept and gravitated to her usual spot on him.

"I don't think I can get up without hurting you." She looked down his body at the angry red wound on his thigh. "You should never have let me sleep with you."

"The night when you're not at my side, I'll be dead." His hand caressed her hip.

She frowned. "Don't talk like that."

He patted her. "I'm going to get up."

She pressed her back against the couch, trying to give him room to hoist himself up. If she had stayed on the floor, she could've helped him better.

Roar rolled to the side of his bad leg, grunting in pain or exertion, she couldn't tell. He flipped over, putting his hands on the floor. With room to move, she scrambled to the end of the couch and got to her feet, going to his side and hooking her arms around his bicep, lifting. Together, he managed to stand.

He swayed. She held on to him.

After several minutes, he took a step. She braced him when he pitched forward.

"Ah, hell," he muttered.

She put her arm around his back. He inhaled heavily. "I got this. Make a pot of coffee. Those damn horse pills Finn gave me feel like I've been drugged."

"I'll help you to the—"

"I can walk to the John." To prove his point, he took two steps and gained his balance.

Her heart warmed at the sight of him still wearing his leather Slag vest while sporting boxers. That was a man who was in too much pain to care about how adorable and sexy he looked.

She watched him limp toward the hallway before going to the kitchen to make coffee. He was going to have a rough day.

Once she finished putting the water in the holding tank of the maker, she hurried to the bathroom to check on Roar. The door was shut. He'd picked a fine time to need privacy.

She knocked lightly. "Are you doing okay?"

"Ja."

"Do you want me to fix you something to eat?"

"Later." The water turned on.

"I'll just wait for you here," she said louder.

The door opened. He reached into his vest pocket and handed her two medicine bottles.

"In one of those bottles, I'm supposed to take one pill three times a day." He hobbled toward the living room.

"Is it pain medicine?" She tried to see through the unmarked containers.

"One of them is, but I need the antibiotics."

"Finn gave you these?" She followed him. "They don't have a label. How does he get medicine?"

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