Chapter 151 : It's just a shower

“Mi, are you safe?” Emmet asked placing his hand on my back as I hanged over my bed rummaging around for my toiletry bag that had seemed to have grown a pair of legs and walked off.

“What does that even mean?” I groaned under my breath trying without much success to follow the scent of toothpaste; I would make a rubbish police dog.

“It means are you going to be able to do this at the moment without putting yourself in danger?” Dr. Jordan explained. Idiot, He obviously didn’t get what a rhetorical question was when it came and slapped him in the face. I knew what it meant, I just hated the phrase. It was always battered about like it actually meant something. It never did. No one cared about your opinion anyway.

“It’s a shower, not a pentathlon.” I said finally finding my shower bag and pulling it onto the bed, two tampons rolled out just to embarrass me some more and I grumbled again pushing them back in with force. I didn’t even know why I kept the damn things in there; I had been months since I had a period.

“Well if you’re sure.” Emmet said getting to his feet and extending a hand for me to take to help me off of the bed.

“What about my arm?” I asked looking at the bandage, taking his hand with my good arm. It wasn’t Emmet I really had the problem with.

“Water proof dressing,” He said smiling.  We will stop in the treatment room on the way there to put one on.”

How could a shower be so damn complicated?