Villain Ch 1918. Like a Virus
"You've lifted enough today," Alice said, picking up the mess of cushions from the floor. "Physically and emotionally."
"Okay," Vivian said, pushing Allen gently upright. "Let's get you comfy."
Shea and Vivian practically carried him to the big sectional facing the media screen—his legs barely working, toes dragging across the rug like he'd aged fifty years in three hours. They sat him down like royalty. Wrapped a throw blanket around his shoulders like a trophy cape. Then adjusted two more pillows behind his back with expert care.
"I feel like an invalid," he muttered.
"You're a king in recovery," Jane corrected, kissing his hair.
Then came snacks.
Azura and Bella returned with a tray of cut fruit, buttered popcorn, mochi and a plate of warm grilled sandwiches someone had thrown together in record time.
"Eat, don't argue," Bella said, handing him a strawberry. "Or I'll feed you."
"You just want an excuse to straddle me again," Allen said dryly.
