I hissed through my teeth as my hand throbbed in time with my heartbeat. It had a rare but distracting habit of flaring up painfully.
I was so wrapped up in rubbing it in the vain hope the pain would abate that I almost missed the door opening.
Looking up, I was just in time to see something flying at me. Reflexively, my good hand quickly reached up and caught it.
I blinked, reading the label. Tylenol 3?
Thomas didn't even look at me as he went into the bedroom and closed the door.
Alone, I smiled softly.
"Thanks."