Therapeutic

Laina

I smiled as Rick’s breathing deepened, and he began snoring. After gorging himself on the Thai food I’d brought over, he’d slid sideways on the sofa, becoming more and more horizontal with every passing minute until he was lying on his back. We’d talked about the bar and how much fun it had been and the upcoming race on Saturday until Rick went quiet and dozed off.

“He sleeps like a log lately,” Mason muttered as he shook his head at his brother.

“I imagine he would. He’s still recovering. And he had a concussion so getting a lot of sleep is important.”

Mason nodded as he started putting all the lids back on the containers and packing up the Thai food. I helped him and stacked everything up before tucking it back in the bag I’d brought it over in. We took everything into the kitchen. The leftovers were put in the fridge, and the dishes were placed in the sink.

I started running the hot water and filled the right side with soapy wat