When their mother had died, he’d assumed the role of caretaker, and had felt the responsibility of being there for his sister. Looking at her now, lying in the ICU bed, he knew he’d done a fucking miserable job of it. She’d held her own all night long and seemed to be resting comfortably. He sincerely hoped that was a good thing. He rose and paced around the small room. At some point Travis had fallen asleep, leaning forward over the foot of Mel’s bed. It looked horribly uncomfortable and he expected his lover to wake at any minute with a backache, if nothing else. Sam paused behind him and ran one hand over his smooth back. He caressed his shoulders and started kneading them, massaging gently. Travis stirred and sat up. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at Mel. “Any change?” “Nope.” He stood and stretched, then faced Sam. “Did you sleep at all?” Sam shook his head. Travis sighed and reached for his hips, drawing him close. “She’s holding on. That’s something.”
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