Page 31 of High Side
“Nope.” Brittany stared at her for a second. “I am taking you home to prop that foot up. Then I will come up with food.”
“Yeah?” Relief flooded her, because she didn’t want to navigate all that crap on her own, but dammit, she knew how freaking no fun it was to deal with someone who was hurt.
“Yep.” Brittany broke into a grin. “I have an amazing bedside manner.”
“I just bet you do.”
“Just you wait.” Brit headed up to the condo, and Kylie had to admit it was a relief to be on the way home. She wasn’t going to leave for a few days, at least. Not the way her ankle throbbed with her heartbeat.
“Here we go.” They got stopped, and Brit hopped out to come around, helping her out once she got there.
“You are way too cheerful.”
“Sorry. I’m not happy you’re hurt, but I am glad I’m here to help. Now, you want the crutches or me?” Brittany gyrated her dark eyebrows.
“You. Any chance to feel you up…”
“Woo. I’ll come back for the crutches.” Brittany let her lean and hop to the house. Even as warm and soft and wonderful as Brit was, she just couldn’t get happy about it.
She was hurting too damn bad.
“Here or the bedroom?” Brittany paused at the couch.
“I don’t want to go up the stairs. I can sleep down here. The couch is big enough.”
“I get that. I can run up and get your toothbrush and stuff.”
“In a minute.” She lowered to the couch, her jaw set against a cry.
“Wow. Let me get you something to drink so you can take a pill. Are you the kind who needs to snack?”
“Yeah, or I’ll get queasy.” She laid her head back on the couch, just trying to breathe through her nose.
“Got it.”
She heard Brittany rustling around in her kitchen, but she didn’t want to open her eyes. She was just too damn tired.
“Here, Ky. Take these.”
She did open her eyes then, and Brit handed her a Sprite and some pills. Half a peanut butter sandwich sat neatly on a little paper plate. Where had that come from?
She took the pills, then had a bite of sandwich while Brittany lifted her newly booted foot and put it on a pillow on the ottoman in front of the couch.
“Thanks, honey. That feels way better.” It did ease the throbbing a lot.
“We can ice it later, the doc said.”
“Did she?” Shit, she would have to look at all the aftercare stuff, because she wasn’t sure what the doc said and what she hadn’t. That X-ray had hurt like a bear.
“Yep.” Brit sank down next to her. “You really did it up right.”
“I never do anything in half measures.” She managed two more bites of the sandwich. Then she put it aside and laid back again, her eyes shutting of their own free will.
When she woke up it was dark except for the flicker of the TV. When she glanced over, Brittany was asleep on the other end of the couch, her chin resting on a pillow that she’d wrapped her arms around.
“Hey.” She reached over to push on Brit’s leg.
“Huh? Oh, hey. I guess I dozed off too. It was nice and quiet after I took Sadie out.”
