Lana stuffs a pillow behind me and brings me a pepperoni sandwich and a Pepsi. I roll my eyes when she pushes the coffee table closer to me. Lana is always worrying about everyone ele
“It's a broken wrist, Lana. I'm not an invalid," I tell her as she drapes a blanket over me.
“I just want to make sure you'll be okay while I'm gone." She wraps her arm around my neck.
“I'll be fine, it's only a few hours, and Alex is on his way over." I pat her arm.
“What are you gonna do?" Her arm tightens around me the slightest bit.
“Lana," I say with a laugh.
“I just want to make sure you're not doing anything too strenuous." She looks at me with her big, worried eyes.
I sigh and cradle the back of her head in my good hand. I press a kiss to her temple. “We'll play scrabble," I tell her.
“Really
