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For Me

I sighed softly and sat on the edge of the bed just watching him.

I guess I sat there like that for a while cause I ended up getting woken up by my mom who had brought up his medications and a tray full of the dinner she made for us. I smiled when I saw she had made Michael's is favorite lasagna with white sauce on it with her sesame Italian butter fried garlic bread.

She left them on the dresser top and quietly left.

I took the tray tables and set everything up with medications and everything before waking him up.

I rubbed his arm "Hey man, it's time to eat".

He blinked sleepily and looked around confused for a moment but then looked at me and relaxed. "How long have I been out?"

"A few hours, time to eat and for your medications man, then you can go back to sleep."

He nodded "I still need to change my bandages though, supposed to change them three times a day but. I get to em once if I have help. he ended the sentence quietly cause we both knew that was me and he hadn't had any unless I had been there.

I nodded to him "i know man, it's already done, creams too, next time is tonight , I told you I got you man."

He blinked and looked down at himself, then realized he was wearing new bandages under boxers and loose fitting sweat pants.

"Oh. thanks man" he mumbles softly I just shrugged as if it was all an everyday occurrence, cause it was about to be, Michael probably wasn't recovering as quickly as he should have been because he hadn't been getting any help after I left him with his mom, it made me grit my teeth in anger, but I kept it to myself.

"dinners gonna get cold, mom made one of your favs".

He instantly brightened at that, Michael had a thing about food, it could always make him happy. it was a special relationship I would never fully understand, I just chuckled and shook my head.

He carefully swung his legs over the side of the bed as I picked up the tray and put it across his lap.

He ate with gusto while I picked at mine, to worried about his lack of progress to be super hungry, but I ate enough that mom wouldn't complain.

I gave him his medications and made sure he took them all, then we did his stretches and exercises, most of which were a two person endeavor, another thing I realize that was only happening when I did it with him and was another reason he wasn't getting better as quickly as he should have been. I wasn't sure why I felt so guilty. His mom was the one that should have been doing it. but it didn't matter, I still felt it. I knew it was because I should have known better and he was suffering because I had buried my head in the sand a little bit. well that was done with now and he was going to get the care he was supposed to be getting now.

I could tell he was worn out and sore again, and handed him the remote as I lifted the covers and pointed to the bed, I propped his legs up on the pillows like they were supposed to be when he settled for the night, the look he gave me after I finished and handed him the TV remote and a fresh drink was something like hero worship and actually made me blush a little. I cleared my throat and excused myself.

I had showered and taken care of my bedtime routine already and was changed into a tshirt and sweats then helped Michael with his and changed out his bandages for the last time of the night after his shower and creams had been applied.

"What a day." Michael said with a lilt of unhappiness in his voice, as I had just finished wrapping and helping him back into his PJ pants.

I smiled at him "It was a day. " I shrugged.