Back home, I kept my eyes on Nick to see how his leg truly was. I could see that when he walked in front of me into the cabin, his limp was more evident than it had been before. I narrowed my eyes at his back. I knew he didn't want to talk about it, but what good would he be to protect me if he couldn't even run?
"Nick, it doesn't look good," I commented when I closed the door after us.
"It doesn't feel good either," he answered, and my eyebrows shot up. Okay, he acknowledged it. It must be bad for him to do that, I thought.
"Let me take a look," I said, already on my way to retrieve the medkit.
"There's no need for that," I heard him say, but I chose to ignore it. When I came back to the living room he had already picked up a book and put his foot high.
"Sit on the table," I com
