Part 76

Haisley winced in pain and continued to grip Nathan's arm as the masseuse he had called arrived and began massaging his feet. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Nathan felt a bit guilty, but he was confident that Haisley would thank him later.

"Apply this ointment to his feet three times a day. First, clean them with a warm damp towel," said the woman, whom Nathan estimated to be in her mid-fifties.

Nathan nodded and handed money to the masseuse as he escorted her out. He returned to the living room and saw Haisley still lying down, pale-faced and sleepy.

"Feeling better?" he asked while sitting next to Haisley and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Haisley got up from the bed and groaned when he put his feet on the floor. Nathan looked at him in confusion. "Where are you going?" he asked anxiously.

"I need to go to the bathroom," replied Haisley curtly. Nathan chuckled and quickly scooped Haisley up in his bridal style.

"I don't want you to fall and hurt your other foot, Hai