Josh looked so much like s**t with the entire impact on him.
He somehow managed to put one sore barefoot in front of the other despite the excruciating pain in his muscles as Sparkle steered him into his hotel room. The lock clicked into place behind them, sounding overly loud to his heightened senses. His heart rate still hadn’t normalized. He took slow, deep breaths to calm himself. It wasn’t working.
“Let’s take a look at you,” she said, ushering him into the bathroom with a fragile hand on the small of his back. The warmth of her touch registered more than her voice did. He winced when she flipped a switch and bright white lights flooded the room.
With a nudge forward, she settled him on the closed toiled Lid and grabbed a facecloth from the rack above it. She ran the tap and moist
