*Katrina POV*
After Derrick left, I helped Charlie get settled. We got most of his things put away, and changed the blankets on his bed. He had an old quilt made by his grandmother that he was quite attached to, and if it helped him feel more at home, then it was going on his bed.
As I was hanging the last of his clothes in the closet, he poked his head out of the bathroom looking a little stressed out.
"Uh, Kat, honey. Can you come in here for a second? There's something wrong with this commode," he asked, with a little embarrassment.
I went to see what was the matter, and I found Charlie staring at the bidet. "You know how my stomach is. Well, after dinner I had to go to the restroom, and I wasn't sure which one to use. So I used this one, and now we have a problem. It's stopped up,
