“You could slowly start to resume normal physical activity.”
“Hey. Hey, Danny. You awake?”
Head nestled into his pillow, Danny is much too snoozy and satisfied to answer. He’s just drifting off when familiar hands land on his back, fingers poking in a quest for attention. With a grunt, he gives in and blinks his eyes open. “What, babe? What, what?”
Steve looks delicious, all rumpled, his hair a mess and a goofy smile on his face. “I’m really grateful that you asked.”
Look, I lied to you about going to the doctor, okay? I didn’t go to the doctor about my liver. I just haven’t been feeling so great, so, they ran some tests last week. (…) And I got a little radiation poisoning from that dirty bomb that we diffused a couple months ago. It’s fine. The pills you’ve seen me taking, that’s a short term thing. It’s gonna knock it out. All right. (..) he says he’s almost 100% sure there’s gonna be some side effects down the road, you know, but, Danny, we’re talking years down the road, not today. I’m fine right now.