CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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NICK BROUGHT A BOWL with steamy stew to Darren. He had also sliced some bread to pair it with the food.
“Can you eat where you are, or do you prefer that I help you to the table?” Nick asked Darren, tilting his head toward the table set in the corner of the room.
“I can eat here,” Darren nodded, unwilling to make Nick carry him to the table.
“If you could only give me a hand to sit up...” the man asked Nick with embarrassment. Darren didn’t think that he could move. Even the thought of handling the fork seemed a lot of work. It required energy he didn’t have.
Nick just set the bowl filled with stew and the plate with bread on the night table, and then he grabbed Darren from under his arms and set him up.
Darren tried to smother his groans, but
