An hour passed. Glancing at Tristan, Brian saw him shifting restlessly under the cover, little movements that spoke of pain. He made a soft moan as he curled tighter, teeth biting into his lower lip. Brian was pretty sure whatever painkillers they had given him at the hospital were long gone from his system. Brian knelt beside the couch and ran his fingers lightly through Tristan’s hair, stroking a thumb gently along his cheek. The injured man jerked into a groggy wakefulness, blinking, then squeezing his eyes shut in a grimace of pain.
“God…Fuck…” Tristan moaned, rocking slightly.
“Can you sit up if I help?” Brian asked with concern.
Tristan lay gulping in short pants of breath for several seconds before he managed to look at Brian. “Yeah…guess so.” He gasped.
Brian slid his hands und
