Hitman's Creed - 39

 

When Glenn finished washing up as best he could he dried off and wrapped the towel around him. Then he tried to stand. He managed to get up but by that time his leg hurt so badly he sat down on the toilet seat, swearing under his breath.

"Joey, Miriam, I need…"

"Help?" Joey's mother asked as she opened the bathroom door.

"Yes, please."

She nodded, coming in with a pair of sweatpants in her hand. After she took another look at the wound in his thigh and re-bandaged it, he managed to get the sweats on and she helped him to his bed.

"Did we lose Joey?" he asked as he lay back.

"I sent him downstairs to get your pills." She chuckled. "He seemed a bit discombobulated when he came out of the bathroom."

Glenn snorted. "He wasn't the only one."

"I figured as much." She turned when the bedroom door opened, smiling at Mary who stood there with a glass of milk and the bottle of pills. "He sent you with them," she said, stating the obvious.

"Yes. He said, well actually he didn't say anything, just handed them to me." She looked at Glenn with a shake of her head. "He likes you. Do you like him?"

"Umm, well…" Glenn said, somewhat nonplussed.

"Sorry, I know it's none of my business and all." She blushed, handed Joey's mother the glass and the pills and hurried out of the room.

Miriam took them over to him, waited until he'd taken two pills and gulped down some of the milk, then asked, "Are you going to do anything about it?"

He understood what she meant and shook his head. "I'm not sure. I honestly have no idea. He's a good kid, well young man I guess, and before you ask yet again, yes I like him, a lot more than I should." He smiled slightly. "I have a lot of thinking to do before I can make any decision."

"Don't you think he should have some say in things, since he's involved?"

Glenn sighed. "Probably, maybe, but…" He looked up at her. "Just, please, give me time to think. Then I'll talk with him."

"Glenn, you can take all the time you need as long as you do talk to him when you've made a decision. So help me, if you don't I will make your life miserable."

He nodded. "Believe me I have a feeling you'd do just that." Then he yawned hard.

"Get some sleep, you need it."

"Somehow I don't think I have a choice in the matter," he murmured as his eyes closed.