“Can I do anything?” I look helplessly at the bandage box and the bottle of painkillers on the coffee table. “Just be here. With me.” Even though the couch isn’t as wide and comfy as his bed, there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be right now. He lies down with a grimace and makes room for me. I squeeze into the space he’s carved out, gently pressing my back to his chest. “Thank you,” he mumbles sluggishly, tightening his grip on me ever so slightly. “For what?” “For staying.” Judging by the soft snores vibrating against my spine, I’m pretty sure Hayes has already passed out, so I
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