Wendy blushed at his words.
Being held by him, she was afraid that he couldn't hold it any longer, so she stopped talking about it for the time being. She helped him out of the bed and carefully went to the bathroom.
It's not that she didn't have the experience of helping him to go to the bathroom four years ago, she was also familiar with it. Besides, given the relationship between them now, it's no big deal. It was just that when she accidentally glanced at his private part from the corner of her eyes, her heart still beat faster.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the flush sounded.
She turned around and supported him back. Just when they reached the door, Charlie suddenly stopped.
Wendy thought he was not feeling well, so she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
Charlie glanced at her blushing face and said, "I'm not feeling well. I want to take a bath."
"But you can't take a bath now!" Wendy couldn't help but frown.
Charlie looked down at her and said in a lazy tone, "Dr. Fowles just said that I can't soak in the water for the time being. You can wipe my body with a wet towel." "Alright..." Wendy hesitated as she nodded her head.
From the night before yesterday, he was injured and sent to the hospital, to until now, she didn't let Charlie touch the water, even if he was sleeping at home last night, she just simply helped him wash up. Now that it's hot, he must be very uncomfortable without a bath for almost three days in a row.
Because it was a senior ward, the bathroom was very large, and there was a shower room inside.
Wendy moved in the chair, took two soft cushions, and put them on the chair surface and the back of the chair respectively so that he could sit more comfortably.
After taking a basin of warm water, she wrung out a towel and started wiping him.
Originally, this kind of work could be done by a nursing assistant, but Charlie would not agree, and she didn't really want that either. After all, she didn't want to hire a female nursing assistant, and if it's a man, she felt awkward just thinking about that scene...
Wendy knew where he had injuries on his body, because, in addition to the time when the doctor changed dressings for him, Wendy also helped him change clothes.
Every time she saw the wounds, her heart ached.
Thinking of how those little nurses called him a hero, she agreed very much that he was indeed her hero.
Although the wounds made her sad, the rest of his body made her breathless. He had a strong but not fat body. Even though there were many wounds, every muscle line was still as sexy and seductive as ever.
Especially when she finished cleaning the back part and reached the chest in front of him.
Wendy held the towel in her hand, and her face began to burn hot.
This man!
Four years had passed, but his figure was still as good as before...
If the young nurses just now saw him like this, they would definitely scream like hell!
With this in mind, she decided to go to the bathroom even when she helped Charlie to change the top.
When Wendy was about to stand up, he grabbed her hand and pointed to the boxers on his body. "You missed that."
"... You can do it yourself!" She blushed with embarrassment.
"How could you not finish the job to the end!" Charlie narrowed his eyes mischievously.
Wendy felt that she was sweating all over, and she was shy and embarrassed. Although she had seen it and touched it before, she was still very embarrassed. She made up her mind not to continue, so she twisted the towel and threw it to him. "If you don't wipe it, then I will put on your clothes!"
Charlie saw that she really didn't want to help, so he had to pick up the towel himself. While listening to the slight wiping sound, Wendy waited. After a few seconds, she bit her lip and asked, "Are you done yet?"
"Yes." Charlie replied indifferently.
Upon hearing that, Wendy did not think too much and then turned back.
She almost cried out in a low voice.
Charlie had finished the job, but he hadn't worn his pair of boxers at all. That thing had exposed in the air like that.
It was so hot that she couldn't open her eyes. However, he still said slowly, "My boxers fall on my ankle, I can't bend down and pick it up! Wendy, help me put it on."
With broken ribs, he really couldn't bend over or stoop...
These were also explained by the doctor.
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