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to gather the quilts?” 
    “Get the quilts
doc.  I want to see it through.  I’m going to go get something to eat.  Will
she be okay on her own for awhile?”
    “I think so but
don’t be long.”  Jordan grunted and moved away from her.  Lettie tried to speak
but it came out as a whimper.  Jordan scoffed and she heard him leave the
room.  Lettie opened her eyes and looked around.  It was a nice room.  It was
big with antique looking furniture.  The iron bed that she was in was high and
comfortable.  Expensive sheets covered it and they smelled like Jordan.  She
would never admit it but Jordan was her favorite scent in the world.  Lettie
tried to sit up and got woozy.  She steadied herself and swung her legs over
the side.  Where was the bathroom?  Her bladder was screaming.  Lettie slid off
the side and immediately dropped to the floor in a crumpled heap.  She groaned
and rolled to her side.
    “Shit.”  She
hissed.
    “What the hell are
you doing?”  Jordan snarled at her and she whimpered.
    “I have to go.” 
Her words were slurred and her eyes begged.
    “You don’t have to
go.  Damn it Lettie.  I told you to stay in bed.”  He picked her up easily and
put back into the bed.
    “I have to go
Jordan.  Let me go.”  She pushed at his chest.
    “I said no.  She
scrambled frantically.  “I will cuff you to this damn bed Lettie.  Stop it.” 
He ordered.
    “I’m going to wet
myself Jordan, please?”  She begged.  He stared at her blinking.  Damn it he
thought she was trying to escape and it was simply a bodily function.  He
needed to pay more attention to her and her needs.  A good mate would.
    “Oh.  Sorry.”  He
lifted her from the bed and carried her to the bathroom in the hall.  He let
her feet drop to the wooden floor.  “Hold onto me.”  He tugged her panties down
and her face heated.
    “I can do it.” 
She shoved at him.  Could this be any more embarrassing?
    “You’re on some
really strong meds, if I let you go, you will fall.”  He eased her down on the
toilet.  “I’ll give you some privacy.”  He turned and closed the door behind
him.  She sat there for what seemed like forever emptying her bladder.  Nothing
had ever felt better and she shivered.
    ‘Wow.’  She
breathed.  Jordan came back a few minutes later to get her.  “Can I shower?  I
feel gross.”  Maybe the water would warm her, she felt like she was freezing.
    “I don’t think you
can stand long enough for a shower, how about a bath?”  She nodded.   Jordan
filled the tub with hot water.  “Do you think you can eat?  I can make you some
soup.”  She nodded again.  Jordan pulled her tee shirt over her head and she
immediately crossed her arms over her breasts.  He lifted her from the toilet
and put her down into the water.  “I’ll make your soup.  If you need anything
just yell.”  Jordan left her alone.  Lettie looked down at her body.  The tears
oozed over her cheeks.  She looked like she’d been through a war.  There were
bite marks all over her.  Fading black and purple bruises covered most of her
and she ached.  She sank down into the water and let it cover her head.  “Fuck
Lettie!”  Jordan picked that moment to come through the door.  He hauled her
out and wrapped her in a towel.
    “I wasn’t
finished.”  She whined.
    “I’m not letting
you finish that job.”  He carried her back into the bedroom and put her in the
middle of it.  He’d changed the sheets and there were more blankets now.  How
long was she in the tub?  It felt like seconds.  How long had she been under
water?  Not long.  Right?  The doc’s meds were messing with her sense of time
and her thought processes.  He covered her with several quilts and propped her
up against the headboard.  He brought a tray of chicken noodle soup and
crackers.  “Eat what you can.  The doc said you may not be very hungry but that
you can try.  Then he wants you under a