“You know what, nevermind. Three weeks is fine.”
“Are…you sure?” Wes asked hesitantly.
“I’m sure.”
* * *
“I’m back,”Foxx sang as he walked in and bumped the door closed with his hip.
Harlow was laying on the bed on his back, in the same position as when he’d left him. Then again, he couldn’t move, so how else would he find him? The whole reason they decided to stay another night after leaving the hospital that morning was because Harlow had found sitting too painful, even in the short term. A six-hour drive had been out of the question. Foxx was hoping tomorrow they’d be able to head back.
The human eyed the bags he was carrying with a grimace. “Really…KFC? So back pain wasn’t enough, I need indigestion too?”
Foxx snorted. “Don’t worry, I didn’t get any chicken.”
Harlow stared blankly before snapping, “You went to KFC and didn’t get chicken?! What’s the point of going then?!”
“The sides, of course!” He sat the bags down on the empty side of the bed, before moving towards Harlow to help him sit up.
“The sides?!” Harlow cried in exasperation. A cry that ended in a grunt of pain when Foxx slipped his hands under the human’s armpits and tugged him upward into a sitting position against the backboard.
“Yes, the sides!” Foxx giggled, quickly moving around the bed and getting on. He unpacked the three bags. “I got mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, corn, coleslaw, biscuits, and of course, a chocolate chip cake!”
“Why?” Harlow stared up at him with what could only be disbelief.
The man had also grown paler, but Foxx was pretty sure that was due to the pain of sitting up and not him. But hey, the man didn’t appear to be sweating, or shaking, so that was an improvement compared to earlier!
“Why, you ask? Well, it’s simple. I was craving mac and cheese, biscuits, and mashed potatoes. But no worries, I got coleslaw too, as I figured maybe you’d want it because, vegetables?”
Harlow sighed. “Just give me some damn mashed potatoes with corn.”
He frowned. “You don’t want the coleslaw?”
Foxx really thought Harlow would want it… It was just vegetables and… What else was in coleslaw?
“No, I don’t want the coleslaw, but I’ll take a biscuit.”
“Do you want your corn in your mash or…?”
“In,” Harlow grunted.
“Gravy?”
“No.”
“Okayyy.”
Foxx hummed as he grabbed one of the empty containers he’d gotten from the workers, and once he’d gotten the stupid plastic wrap off the spoon, he filled it up with a few scoops of potatoes, followed by some corn, before mixing the two.
“Ahh,” Foxx said as he lifted the spoon up and held it in front of Harlow’s mouth.
Lips pressing together in a firm line, the man’s eyes narrowed on him. Foxx would call the look murderous. Yep…murderous. “Foxx…I’m not a fucking child?—”
Foxx shoved the spoon in, stopping Harlow from saying anything more. The man continued to glare daggers. Foxx just smiled at the look and pulled the now clean spoon out.
“You’re really pushing it, aren’t you, brat?” Harlow ground out.
He chuckled. “I don’t know what you are talking about, old man. I’m just trying to take care of you.” Foxx scooped up another spoonful and fed it to Harlow.
