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can’t think of any place I’d rather be.
    “Ana!” I call out. I’ve been lying in this bed for hours, and now I have to go to the bathroom. I am in desperate need of a hot shower, and I’m dying to get the hell out of this bed. I know she’ll give me hell about it, but I can’t stand it any longer. “Ana!”
    “I’m coming,” she shouts from the room beside me. I can hear her knocking around, and I wonder what the hell she’s doing.
    “Ana!” I demand once again.
    “HOLD ON! I said I’m coming!” she shouts as she rushes into the room. Her hair is wet and falling all around her shoulders. She’s forgotten to fasten a few buttons on her pale blue shirt, and my eyes are drawn to the hint of cleavage it reveals. “What?”
    I clear my throat before I say, “Need help getting out of this bed. I need to go to the bathroom and want to take a shower.”
    “Can you give me a few minutes? I need to get things set up to make it easier for you,” she explains.
    “You aren’t going to fight me on this?” I ask her.
    “I don’t see the point. You’re just going to keep pestering me until you get your way. Just let me make sure you don’t hurt yourself while you do it,” she sighs.
    “I can go along with that,” I reply.
    “I’ll be right back.” She leaves the room but quickly returns with a tall chair. I hear her bang it into the wall as she drags it into the bathroom. She leaves the room again, only to return with plastic wrap and new bandages.
    “Okay, I have to make sure you don’t get the stitches wet,” she states as she drops everything on the bed beside me. “Do you need help taking off your shirt?”
    “Yes.”
    Her warm fingers brush against the sides of my waist as she reaches for the hem of my shirt. She slowly eases the shirt off of my body, trying her best not to hurt me. Once she tosses the shirt to the end of the bed, she begins securing the clear plastic wrap over my bandages.
    When she’s done, she asks, “You ready?”
    I nod and drag my legs to the side of the bed. I cringe when the pain wrenches through my gut, but I don’t let it stop me. I continue to inch my way over to the edge of the bed, and once I get there, I look over to Ana. She walks over to me and sits down, reaching for my arm. She slowly brings it up to her shoulder, and leans into my side, taking some of the burden of my weight. I let out a deep breath as we slowly stand together. She brings her other arm around my waist to help guide me into the bathroom.
    When we finally make it to the sink, I grab the counter and use it as support. I look over at her and smile with approval. I am impressed. I’d doubted that a woman her size could help get me out of that bed, but she proved me wrong.
    Her cheeks become bright red when she looks down at my boxers and asks, “Umm… do you need any help with those?” I mean, the woman’s basically a doctor. I know she’s seen naked men before, so I can only assume her reaction is for me. That thought brings a smile to my face.
    “I got it,” I tell her with a smirk.
    “I’ll give you a few minutes before I come back to help you get in the shower,” she tells me as she backs out of the door.
    Getting those damn boxers off hurts like a bitch, but it’s worth it to finally use the toilet like a normal human being. After a few seconds, Ana comes back into the bathroom. Without saying a word, she reaches into the shower and turns on the water, holding her hand under the faucet until it's warm enough.
    “Ready?” she asks as she awkwardly stares at my chest. I know she’s trying her best not to look at my dick, but that’s going to be damn near impossible when she helps me get in that shower.
    “Yeah,” I tell her. I take a few steps towards her before my knees give out, causing me to drop down on top of her. She wraps her arms around my waist, supporting me until I get my footing.
    “You okay?”
    “I’m fine. Just lost my balance.”
    “I’m going to step