AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Yep. I got that.” My eyes dart around everywhere besides where she sits. “So, what happened?”
She lets out a heavy sigh. “I was trying to take a shower, and I slipped because of this stupid trash bag over this stupid cast. Now, I can’t seem to get up.”
I think for a moment, trying to figure out how to do this without making her feel uncomfortable. “Do you have something to cover yourself up with?”
“I’ve got a towel sort of wrapped around me.”
“Okay, I’m going to walk over there and try to help. Is that okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, that’s okay.”
When I get closer, I see she’s got a small cut on her forehead, and blood trickles down her face.
“Shit, Jenna. What happened to your head?”
Her hand reaches up to touch it, and she winces in pain. “I hit my head on the faucet when I fell.”
“Ouch. We’ll get it cleaned up once you get out. Are you done in here?”
She lets out a small laugh. “I’ve barely even gotten started. I fell almost as soon as I got in.”
“Alright, well, let’s get you back to it.”
She wraps the wet towel around her body and tucks it in.
Once she’s ready, I say, “Wrap your arms around my neck.”
As I lean over, she does as I instruct, and I slowly hoist her to her feet, trying not to touch anything I shouldn’t. But damn, it’s hard not to sneak a peek.
As soon as I start to let go of her, I feel her begin to go down once again.
“Shit, Jen,” I say, doing my best to keep her upright.
“I think I’m just a little light-headed,” she responds, trying her hardest to stay upright.
“I’ve got you,” I reassure. “Do what you need to do. I won’t let go.”
“I’ll try to hurry,” she says while reaching for the soap.
With her still wrapped in a towel, she does her best to do a quick wash and rinse. The sooner, the better because I know that towel is now sopping wet and isn’t going to hold up much longer.
My eyes are trying to focus anywhere other than on her wet, naked body. In my not paying attention, though, she begins to slip once again.
This time, I end up hopping into the shower to keep her from going down. I’m still fully clothed, but I don’t give a shit at this point.
It’s less than a minute before she finishes up, and I reach behind her to shut the water off. When I pull back, my eyes find her face, and I catch a couple of droplets running down her cheeks. And her red eyes let me know that they’re not just from the water of the shower.
“Jenna, what’s wrong?” I ask, tilting up her chin to look at me.
Her lip quivers for a moment before the dam breaks, and she full-on starts crying.
“Hey, talk to me,” I plead. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I hate…having…to…ask…for…help,” she says with a slight sob in between each word. “I’m not this girl. I don’t like relying on anyone.”
“Come here,” I say, pulling her toward me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her in a hug. My clothes are soaked, and we are getting even more so because of her wet towel. But I don’t care. This is so much more important.
I hold her tight, running my hand along the back of her neck. She softly cries against me for a few moments, and I don’t let go until she’s ready.
