“One more flight of stairs,” Michael encouraged Asher, while helping him up the steps to his apartment.
“You have an elevator in that big ass apartment building of yours, why didn’t we stay there instead?” Asher’s face beaded with sweat as he leaned against the wall, struggling to catch his breath.
“Too late now, you’re almost home.” Michael balanced the duffle bag full of the stuff Asher accumulated during his hospital stay on one shoulder while holding Asher’s body up with the other shoulder