"I'll shower myself," he replied confidently, "If you're worried, you can stick around to help."
Violette felt like she was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
She was definitely not comfortable with him showering on his own.
But what was the difference between her watching him shower and her helping him shower?
After they entered the bedroom, she closed the door behind them.
"Hand me my cane," he requested, his voice deep and steady.
Just as she was about to ask where it was, she found it.
So, she handed him the cane.
He then used it to get up from his wheelchair.
Violette was taken aback, "Is this okay?"
"It's fine. I've been showering myself these past few days," he responded, chuckling a bit, "Did I scare you just now?"
She blushed, "Were you teasing me just now?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to see your reaction," he said, hobbling towards the bathroom.
Despite her worries, she followed him.
"Do you want to watch me shower?" he asked, stopping at the bathroom door.
She shook her head in panic, then nodded, "I'm a bit worried about you... How will you take off your pants? Will it hurt your wound?"
"I'm only wearing sweatpants," he explained, "It's loose and easy to take off."
Trying to put her at ease, he started to loosen his strings, intending to show her.
Her face turned scarlet, and she stepped back, "I...I'll wait outside! If you need help, just give me a shout."
She quickly left the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Violette was panting, wanting to leave but also worried he might need help.
Right then, Lacey came in with her clothes in hand. She asked,
"Madam, has the master gone to shower?"
Violette nodded, taking the clothes, "He showers on his own usually?"
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