“I bet you don’t keep any meds around here at all, do you.” She put her hands on her hips, waiting for him to finish. “All right. Do you feel cold, or hot?”Voice scratchy, Tony volunteered, “Tylenol in the…” but trailed off, seeming a bit befuddled.
-The cabinet, in the en suite bathroom.-
With that established, Tony added, “Kinda chilly.”
“Somehow I don’t think Tylenol is going to cut it,” Summer muttered. She put her arm around Tony’s waist and guided him over to the bed, sitting him down on the edge of it and kneeling to take off his shoes. “All right, under the covers.” Extra blankets were something she knew how to locate, and she softly heated a big fluffy coverlet that was nearly as big as she was, even folded. She spread it out over Tony, and stroked his shoulder.