-Bruce-
“Lift one leg,” Filip instructed, and Quinn rolled his eyes, doing as he was told. “And the other.”
He once more followed the directions, but he turned to me, showing his displeasure. I couldn’t help but smile, having to suppress it as best I could so I didn’t burst out laughing.
“Any pain?” Filip asked.
“None.”
“Dizziness?”
“Nope,” Quinn replied.
“Are you eating?” he inquired.
“The Alpha is force-feeding me these days. I have never felt this full,” he retorted playfully, turning to me.
“I just want you back at full strength.”
“And I’m nearly there.”
“Not quite. Your muscles are still regaining their strength. You should expect a few more weeks of quick exhaustion and aching,” Filip informed him.
“As long as I don’t have to go back and lie in the hospital bed,” Quinn sa
