Rosie met us at the door. She gave me a huge hug.
"What happened? What can I do to help?" Rosie asked.
"Help Min. I've got King," I said.
Ben said, "Not necessary. Min is mine."
I did a double take, but I couldn't tell for sure if he meant Min was his problem or his man, or both. It didn't matter as long as Min's injuries were addressed. That, I trusted to Ben.
Rosie helped me get King into the bedroom before I sent her to prep for dinner.
When we were alone, I helped King change into pajamas in silence.
I was buttoning his top when King finally spoke, "I'm tired. So tired."
"You have a right to be tired. We all do."
"I want to sleep," King said.
"Me too."
I helped King into bed and gave him a painkiller. Four times a day, King would forget, at least for a little while. Lucky man.
"Are you staying?" King asked.
"For a while, then I need to go to the church. I've got unfinished work to do."
King relaxed into the mattress. "They can do it without you."
