"Jerking off is the last thing on my mind," he answered, grinning.
"Mal, love, everything hurts. It won't make a difference if you're close or not, if you're on the bed or not. Stay on the side without the burns, or Mum will kill, and we're fine." He squeezed Malcolm's hand. "I don't want you to keep my hands off of you."
He stopped when he heard the knock on the door. He pulled the end away and allowed entrance. The mediwitch was someone he recognised from a previous visit. "Janet, right?"
"That's right. Your mother said that you need a new bed." She pulled out an object from her pocket, set it on one side of the bed and enlarged it. "If you need anything else let me know."
Terrence nodded. "Thanks." He watched her go and then turned to Malcolm. "Pull it closer and then you can get in bed with me." He thought about it and then shrugged. "Pain is going to start tomorrow, when the nerve ending rebuild it hurts like a bitch, so they'll probably knock me out most of the day."