Page 39 of I Saved Him Too

She blinks twice.

The blank look in her eyes guts me. I know she is detaching herself emotionally from everything around her, including me, and I hate it.

Once we make it to the bathroom, I guide her to sit on the bench. Closing the door, I turn on the shower and kneel in front of her to remove her shoes and socks.

“Shorty, I’m going to remove your top, then your pants and panties, okay?”

She nods, keeping her face down. I shouldn’t be doing this. This is something Mom should be doing, but I want to take care of Shorty.

She ismineto care for.

Keeping my dick in control, I slowly pull her top over her head, being careful with the cast on her arm, and then remove her bra.

Again, keeping myself in check.

I wrap her top part with a towel.

Then I move to her bottoms, and slide down her leggings, taking her panties with them, and toss them both aside. Grabbing my shirt by the collar, I pull it over my head. Then my pants, leaving me in my boxers. I cover the cast on her arm with a clear bag to prevent it from getting wet.

I push the wheelchair closer to the shower. With my arms wrapped around her waist, I lift her onto the shower chair, ignoring how good she feels in my arms. I join her, shutting the glass door. I grab the shampoo and wash Shorty’s hair, then use the conditioner. I lather her soft olive skin with my body wash. My dick is at half-mast as I rub down her legs with the loofah. When I glance up at Shorty, her face is flushed.

I smirk.

At least she’s feelingsomething.

Once she’s rinsed and dried, I remove the bags from her cast, pull one of my shirts over her, and slide a pair of sweats over her legs.

I triple tie the strings around her waist because of her petite size. Then I remove my wet clothes and replace them with a pair of joggers and a plain gray T-shirt.

When I open the door to the bedroom, I push her out toward the window where the sun shines through.

“I love you.” I bury my face in the crook of her neck, placing a soft kiss against her skin. She leans into my touch. I wrap my arms around her and repeat that she will get through this and how much I love her. There’s a knock at the door, and Ash peeks around it and gives me a somber look when his eyes land on Shorty.

“Shorty, I’m going to step out for a minute, but I’ll be back,” I say softly.

She doesn’t answer but lets me lead her to the bed until she lays flat on her back. I place a pillow underneath her broken arm.

I walk out and meet Ash in the hall.

“How is she?”

“Broken, lost…I don’t…I don’t know how to help her.” I rub my hands down my face and grip the back of my neck, letting out a deep breath as I look up to the ceiling.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Just be there for her. Don’t push her, just…be there.”

I don’t respond, but keep my eyes fixated on the ceiling.

“Do you need anything? You look like shit.”

I chuckle and shift my eyes from the ceiling back to him. Only Ash can lighten the dark mood that surrounds us.

“Thanks, bro.”

He smiles. “Seriously, make sure you take care of yourself. We can take turns looking after her.” He pats me on the shoulder.

I nod and give him a half-bro hug.

“I love you, man,” he says.

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