(Asher)
I heard the shower turn on again and shook my head. Harlow had gone in there once already, and somehow we'd managed to make the first one pointless. I reached for my phone and checked the time. We had already wasted more of the morning than I'd planned.
My leg hurt more than I wanted to admit. It wasn't bad enough to worry me, but I knew I'd pushed it more than I should have. The medic would probably have something to say if he knew. Holt would be worse, and he wasn't even the f*****g medic.
I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts. Walking wasn't as bad as it had been a week ago, but I still couldn't put all my weight on the leg without feeling it. Another couple weeks sounded like a long damn time. Harlow was enjoying my lack of mobility far too much.
The shower stoppe
