For any normal person, the last few days would have been heaven, having three grown men taking care of you, feeding you and keeping you from doing anything strenuous, but for you, it was complete Hell. The first day or two was fine, you were sore and tired anyways, but after you got a good night’s sleep in John’s oversized bed you were ready to get back at it. Of course, the ‘no s*x’ rule was still in effect, John insisted you sleep in his bed, but Joseph told him he had to sleep elsewhere, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself if he woke up pressed against you. On the third day they finally agreed to let you dress yourself, but no heels and nothing too tight due to your ribs still being sore. Their constant nagging and worrying earned them several eye rolls from you on
