“For a first time, you did remarkably well,” she was saying, lightly stroking his hair.
“I feel like someone tore me apart then put me back together again, twice,” Greg replied. “I don’t think I have it in me to move quite yet.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to dress you,” Nick said.
Greg managed a weak smile. “That will be a change from the norm.”
Nick laughed as he helped Greg sit up and put on his shirt. The pants were a bit more difficult, but between them they managed. Picking up Greg’s shoes and socks, Nick wrapped his arm around him. “I won’t make you walk back to the house,” he said before teleporting him into what had been his bedroom,growing up. Greg’s eyes closed the moment Nick laid him on the bed and seconds later he was out.
* * * *
It was early Sunday afternoon when Nick awakened. He took a fast shower and had barely finished getting dressed when Greg finally woke up as well. “How are you feeling?” he asked when Greg rolled over to look at him.