After half an hour of struggling inwardly, Micah sat in the bed, legs dangling over the edge, chest rising and falling unevenly as he tried to hold back his groaning. Darcy was asleep, or at least close enough, with his deep breathing. Micah pressed his lips together, holding his breath as if even that might disturb him.
A sharp ache flared at his side when he shifted. The broken rib sent pain shooting down his back. He winced, teeth digging into his lower lip. Slowly, he set his feet on the ground and stood. He sucked in another quiet breath and paused. After the pain subsided, he reached for the spare blanket at the corner of the bed and draped it over his arm. Moving with exaggerated caution, he walked across the room. Pulling out the handle, Micah opened the door quietly and looked outside.
He immediately noticed Clyde slouched against the wall. His head leaned back, his posture heavy.
