*Blake*
Once inside, she helps me out of my jacket. While she goes to drape it over a chair, I stand beside my bed and watch her, mesmerized. The efficiency in her movements appeals to me. Opening a cabinet, she removes a couple of towels and returns to my side. She has no doubt known where to look because a similar cabinet is in her bedchamber.
I take a towel from her and begin rubbing it over my hair, holding her gaze, wondering how long it will take her to realize that in order to see my leg she is going to see a good deal more. I might have been amused by the prospect, if I wasn’t shaking so badly from the cold and the agony.
“Let’s get you out of the remainder of these wet things," She says. The words are delivered with the flat tone of a dozen nurses who had tended to me, no hint o
