Chapter 87

Jim sighed. He stepped out of the bathroom for a moment and came back with a blanket from one of the beds.

Nathan leaned his forehead against the cold porcelain of the toilet as Jim set the blanket around his shoulders and gently laid a hand on his back.

“Shit, Nate. Where all are you hurt? You have to let me look at you. What the hell happened?” Jim’s voice was low, but Nathan could hear the concern turning to anger.

“Be faster if I told you where it didn’thurt.” Nathan tried to give his brother at least a shadow of a smirk.

“Don’t expect me to be kissing your elbow, Indie,” Jim fired back. “I hope the other guys look worse anyway.”

“Not so much…this time.” Nathan’s voice faded to barely a whisper and he dropped his eyes.