“Want me to get you some painkillers?” He jumped up. “I’ll go find that hot water bottle too. I know I have one.” I made a weak move to pull the blankets off me. “I can get them—” “No, you stay there.” He raced out of the room and I heard him thumping up the stairs. When he came back, he was carrying a glass of water and a packet of ibuprofen, with a big hot water bottle tucked under his arm. I smiled at him as I pushed up onto one arm to swallow the pills with a sip of water. “Want me to go get you
I like that she added periods to her book
