Page 32 of Wounded King

"Does it hurt?"

"Probably a lot less than your various injuries," she retorts, her voice sounding deeper and hoarser than usual.

"I'm sorry that happened to you."

"It's not your fault, and it's not my first shiner," she smiles sweetly at me. That smile of hers is absolutely devastating. It wreaks havoc with my entire system.

"I like your smile," I say, noticing that my voice has deepened as well.

"Uhm, thank you." Hers falters, and she rises all the way, putting distance between us. Amused, I watch her fiddle with the crutch, finally putting it against the bed. "Let me get your pills and then I'll check on your wounds."

"I'm all yours," I reply, watching a slight blush creep up her face. I'm enjoying her discomfort way too much.

She walks backward towards the rolling shelf cart.

"Careful," I advise as she nearly bumps into it.

Obviously flustered, she opens and closes drawers until she finds what she's looking for, but then her eyes dart through the room again. "Uh, I need to get some water."

"The fridge should be stocked." I point at a small bar area in the corner of the room.

I like watching her walk over to it. She bends low, and my cock stirs at the sight of her pants tightening around her ass. She opens the fridge. "There's nothing there."

"Nothing?" I crease my brow, "How about the shelves?"

"They're also empty, and even if they weren't, I wouldn't give you your pills with alcohol," she chastises.

Damn Mina, she must have emptied the bar. I shake my head, glad to be rid of her.

"I'll just run to the kitchen," she announces. "Do you want anything else?"

I could think of a few things, but I don't think she would allow me to eat her pussy, so I shake my head. She leaves the door open, and I listen to mumbled voices before she returns with a bottle of water.

"All set." She rummages around the cart once again and retrieves a few pills, which she then holds out to me on her palm.

"What are those?"

"These two are your run-of-the-mill Tylenol, these four are Motrin, and this guy will help you sleep. This is a steroid to keep the swelling down, these are anticoagulants to make sure you don't develop a blood clot, and lastly, you have some Vitamins. D and C." She explains.

"I don't need this one." I put the sleeping pill to the side.

"It's very important for your body to get the rest it needs to heal."

"It's very important for my health to wake up if another would-be assassin shows up."

Her head rocks left and right as if she anticipates someone standing in a corner. "Isn't that what you have all those bodyguards for?"

"They're new." I grin, popping the rest of the pills back. "How long do I have to take this cocktail?"

"Probably only a couple of weeks. You should have another appointment where the doctors will make sure everything is healing properly. And don't forget your physical therapy appointments, they're also very important."

"Hmm," I grunt noncommittally. For now, I'm inclined to play her little game because I want her around, but I'd rather be done with the pills sooner than later.

I open my mouth to show her that I took them all, going as far as sticking my tongue out, moving it up and down, slowly and deliberately. Let her imagine what else it can do. Her little giggle is all the reward I need.

She gives it, shaking her head. "Ok, let me help you out of your shirt and pants."

"Careful, tesoro. You start peeling my clothes off, and I'll think you're ready to play with fire." I grin, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.