“I’ll drag you,” she threatened. “You are not allowed to lie here on the floor when you’re sick.” She grabbed his wrists and started pulling.“Been sick, for ages now,” he pointed out, somewhere between morose and irritable. He pulled his wrists away from her, because they weren’t going to get anywhere like this, and shifted to the side enough that he could reach up, grab the edge of the bar, and haul himself back upright.
“Fine, today you’re having a relapse. Get in the bed,” Summer commanded. She sighed, smiling a sideways smile, and shook her head. “Stubborn Tony.”