He pushed himself up. The movement cranked up the pain in his thigh. Thankfully his crutches were laying right beside the bed. What time was it? He twisted around to look at the clock on the dresser. Six thirty. Was that morning or evening? A trip to the bathroom took far more out of him than it should. He sat back down on the edge of the bed to catch his breath, leg throbbing. He probably ought to go downstairs, but the idea of negotiating the steps again was less than thrilling.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Trey came quietly into the bedroom. ??I thought maybe I heard you get up.?? He sat down on the bed beside Landon. ??How??s the pain???
??Tolerable.??
??It??s almost time for more meds.??
??Fabulous.??
??I talked to Karen about Nina coming to stay with us. We probably ought to give it a try.??
Landon took a deep breath. ??That sounds iffy.??
??Ren pointed out a batch of stuff I hadn??t thought about. You know me, I??ve never been a quick sell on much of anything.??