“You asshole,” Adam muttered, wanting to say more, but his throat was too dry, raw.
Ian rose, putting a cup of water to his lips. Adam considered pushing it aside, but temptation won out. He took a sip, two, disappointed when Ian held the cup away.
“Easy,” he warned.
“Why, is it drugged?” Adam snapped as his head cleared, the fog lifting little by little.
Ian sidestepped the question and asked how he was doing instead. The casual way he asked only further spurred Adam into fury.
“Guess?”
His entire body hurt, and the skin under those wrappings burned and stung. Still, Adam knew it wasn’t as horrible as it could be. It was clear that they’d provided painkillers to help him through the worst of it, at least that explained the grey fogginess in his brain as he worked to piece together w
