When Joe couldn’t stand on his own, Abby managed to convince him to take half of a pain pill. He was adamant about not wanting to feel too groggy, and she couldn’t blame him. He had spent weeks drifting in and out of consciousness thanks to wolfsbane, beatings, and medication.
Still, it hurt to watch him struggle.
By the time she finished showering, the medication had taken enough of the edge off that Joe could get out of bed and into the bathroom with only minimal help from her. He insisted she leave him alone once he was steady on his feet, and she had reluctantly agreed, hovering in the doorway longer than necessary before giving in.
After braiding her hair back from her face and pulling on another set of Mia’s borrowed clothes, Abby sat on the edge of the bed and picked up her phone
