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Jesse poked my leg gently with his nose, then poked the cupboard beneath the bathroom sink. With a dramatic sigh, I leaned over and pulled it open for him. He dug around for a minute before dragging out a small red fabric bag with a white cross on it.
"A first-aid kit? That's actually helpful, thanks." I took it from him.
He sat down and watched me pull some things out.
"I don't know much about first aid. I've never really been injured before," I rambled as I spread items out on the ground in front of me to take stock of what I had. "Other than the usual scraped knees and neck-burns from curling-iron fails, of course. But I've never broken a bone or had anything like this before." I gestured to my feet.
He made a weird noise.
"I have no idea what that's supposed to mean," I told him. "I don't speak wolf."
The noise of frustration that followed, I did understand.
He gestured toward my foot with his nose, then went up on his back legs and stuck his nose in the sink.
"You want me to put my foot in the sink?" I checked.
He bobbed his head, then gestured to a bottle of hand soap beside the sink.
"You want me to wash my horribly raw feet with hand soap?" My eyebrows shot into my forehead.
He nodded again.
I had no idea what else to do. With a sigh/groan, I forced myself back to my feet and carefully lifted one of the raw devils into the sink. I had to contort my leg to do it, and resting my weight on the other foot was hell, but I managed.
Lifting the handle on the faucet, I put it on warm and hissed when the water flowed over my burning, throbbing skin.
The wolf bumped the handle with his nose, setting the temperature right in-between cold and hot.
The water ran over my foot until the throbbing faded to a dull, aching pain. Jesse hit the soap bottle with his nose, and I sighed again.
But, since I didn't have any other ideas, I shut off the water and pumped a little soap into my hand. While I cleaned the area gently, I flooded the bathroom with enough curses to make a pirate grin.
After a minute, Jesse bumped my hand to stop me from scrubbing, then flipped the water back on. He took care to make sure it was right in the middle between hot and cold again.
More cursing ensued when I rinsed off the bubbles, and even more when Jesse shut off the water and gestured to my other foot.
I repeated the process with foot two, then finally sat back down on the lid of the toilet seat. And honestly, I'd never been so thrilled to sit on a toilet in my life.
Since my feet were still dripping wet, I reached for a towel. Jesse growled, and I jerked my hands away.
His growling stopped instantly.
Looking at him curiously, I reached my hand toward the towel again, just to see what he'd do.
Sure enough, he growled again the moment my fingers were nearing the towel.
"You want them to air-dry?" I checked.
He bobbed his head.
"Alright." I shrugged.
He wiggled beneath my legs, lifting them up so I was using his back as a leg-rest while my feet dried off.
He was warm and fuzzy, so it was actually kind of relaxing. The pain eased a bit with my weight off my feet, so I leaned my head back awkwardly against the toilet seat and shut my eyes.
I managedto doze off until my leg-rest began to rumble with a growl.
