Kary helped Alex get his helmet on, making sure she didn't move him too much as she did. She didn't want to hurt him, but she still needed to lift his head a few inches from the pillow to get the helmet on.
Alex toughed it out, like a good little soldier, gritting his teeth, not saying a peep, until he rested against the bed once more.
"The doctor said I was healing fast. That just doesn't feel like the truth. I feel like Mike Tyson used me as a punching bag."
Kary giggled at the analogy. With all the broken bones in his body, it would be more accurate to say Mike Tyson tried making ground beef out of him, but it was still comical to imagine.
"You can tell that to Clark when you recover enough to go back to the gym."
Alex's face paled.
"Fuck… I forgot about that. He is so going to tear me a new one…"
Kary slid her hand across his cheek gently.
