Rowan rolled out of the couch slowly as every joint in her body ached in a way that she had no clue they could. No sane or reasonable person in the world would say the couch was anywhere near comfortable.
She stretched to the point where a slight cramp pinched her lower back then stalked to the kitchen to make the coffee. She slightly wished that Fyn was well enough to come and make it. Not because she wasn't excited that she knew how to do it. But because his coffee tasted so much better than hers. She just couldn't seem to get the measurements correct.
As it was brewing, Rowan went upstairs and checked on her patient. Burger perked his head up when he saw her come in, but he didn't move off the bed. He had laid across the bed so that his head was laying right next to Fyn's hand as if h
