✧ July 15
I scraped out the last of my yogurt, sighing as I ate that final bite. I savored it, making a face as I stared down at the bottom of the container. There was still a small bit left. I'd have to lick it clean if I wanted to get the remnants. I debated whether or not to do it. If I were alone I wouldn't have hesitated. I looked over at David lying on the bed, eyeing me with amusement.
"I won't judge you." His tone said otherwise. I scowled at him as I tossed the container into the small garbage can beside me. David snickered as he looked up at the ceiling. I noted the look of discomfort he had before he composed himself. It was quick, but I caught it.
"Are you okay?" I asked. I sat up in my chair, ready to get up if I needed to.
"I'm good," he said. He adjusted his arms behind his head, his lips in a tight line as he did so. He was like me when it came to trying to get comfortable. He and I struggled with moving into certain positions while sitting or lying down. Rolling over was my biggest issue. It required using muscles I didn't know I had.
David struggled with sleeping on his left side or his back. He said he always slept on his right side and now he couldn't. Sleeping any other way made him restless. Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night in pain, having rolled onto his side in his sleep. I'd done that too. Sometimes the pain was a little too intense for me and I couldn't help but cry. I didn't share that with him though. Him or my mom.
David blew out a breath of air, muscles in his jaw jumping. He was definitely hurting right now. I shook my head at him but what could I say about it? I was being just as stubborn when it came to taking my pain medication. The pills made me drowsy and a little foggy. His made him feel the same way.
I looked to the bathroom door when I heard water running. The sound that followed was the shower curtain being pulled. I scoffed as I gestured to the door in annoyance.
"She's just now getting in the shower? She's been in there for twenty minutes already." I wasn't being dramatic either. She really had been in there for twenty minutes. Twenty-three minutes to be exact. David's body shook with laughter.
"You take just as long." I opened my mouth to argue but then thought about whether or not he was right. Did I take long? Well, I certainly didn't take my time when I had somewhere to be. I turned my nose up at him.
"This is different." He turned his head to smirk at me, an eyebrow raised.
"If you're worried about our flight, don't be. It's not for another four hours. We're like ten minutes away so we have plenty of time." His amusement returned as I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at him.
"You're supposed to be on my side." He laughed but stopped abruptly, groaning in pain as he reached for his shoulder. He swore under his breath. This time I stood, wincing as I did so. It was an effort kneeling to our bags by the front door. His was beside mine. I wasn't sure where he kept his pain meds, but I started searching in the front pocket. I ignored his strained protest at me digging through his bag. Stubborn.
When my hand wrapped around the familiar-shaped bottle, I smiled. I pulled it out and stared down at it with satisfaction. He tried to say something but I shushed him. I wouldn't hear any of it. Besides, he never listened when I tried to not take mine. So I wouldn't listen to him.
Getting up from the floor had been harder than I thought it would be. David groaned behind me. I turned to see him pushing himself up into a sitting position with one arm. He turned and threw his legs off the side of the bed. All the while his right arm was tucked in as if he still wore the sling. I made my way to him, shaking the bottle once in his direction.
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