"In other words, he wouldn't trust me far as he could throw me." Krem snorted, rolling his eyes and settling back down on the edge of his bed. He refrained from crossing his arms to keep from aggravating his wounds, but everything about his stance was stubborn and grumpy.

"Look. I know you want to help- have to help- but all I want right now is to rest." And he couldn't do that very well when he was upright and Cole was determined to touch and feel and help him.