Chapter Thirteen
DYLAN WOKE UP A FEW hours later feeling better than he had in weeks. He opened his eyes and stretched his aching back carefully. He and Zach were on track to getting their relationship back to where it needed to be, and he was off the drugs and healing well. Life was awesome.
Muffled voices reached his ears, and he c****d his head. Who was here?
He gently rolled out of bed, huffing a little at the pain that robbed him of his breath. He stood up and sighed as the pain disappeared slowly. Standing up and sitting down were fine. Lying down, rolling over, and getting out of bed were not things his ribs enjoyed.
He clutched at his side as he pulled on some basketball shorts and an orange t-shirt. They were still painful on certain movements, but he could handle it. He took
