A sudden surge of pain from his legs made Jarrett gasp, and Marc started up from his seat as he fell back in his chair, groaning, sweat breaking out all over.
“Jarrett! Are you okay?”
“Just…ah…time for my painkillers.” The pain eased but left an ache behind, no longer masked by the drugs.
“We’d better get you back in bed.”
Jarrett gritted his teeth against the pain as Marc got rid of his tray and wheeled him back quickly to his bed. They’d become pretty damn efficient with the move, Jarrett pulling himself up on the handle and Marc supporting the legs, but with waiting too long, being too close to the painkiller wearing off, Jarrett was lathered with sweat like a horse by the time he was back on the bed.
As Marc wheeled the chair away, Jarrett lay with eyes closed, scared to move for
