Chapter 40

“Relax, it’s going to be some time before you’re on your feet again,” Adam huffed, his tone equal parts annoyance, part fondness.

As much as Ian hated to admit defeat, Adam was right. He had no business going anywhere. He groaned in frustration, falling onto the pillow. The gesture sent another agonizing spike of agony coursing throughout his battered frame. The pain was so severe, he bit his tongue bloody to keep from crying out.

Adam jumped to his feet, rummaging through the metal cart beside the bed. “I’ll get you something to help,” Adam reassured.

“No,” Ian insisted, adamant.

Adam leaned in close, holding his eye. “Stop it. There’s no reason to suffer. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

“I don’t care! No meds.”

Ian hated showing vulnerability to anyone; it was even more upsetting when it was Adam. Adam, who appeared determined to nurse him back to health, eyes shining with adoration. Ian couldn’t bear another second of his doting over him, showering him with care.