Page 60 of Love and War

“Fuck.” His hands were suddenly on me, holding me, while I was half-way lying down. “What are you doing?” he growled.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I muttered. Embarrassed that I had to admit it to him. I shouldn’t, I mean everyone needed to pee.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed.”

“The bathroom, I need to use it, Killian. I can’t just lie in bed all damn day,” I all but hissed back.

“Aziza, you shouldn’t be moving, let alone on your own.”

“Well, I’m not askingyoufor help,” I blurted out before I could think. I could see how shocked he was from my tone.

“Alright.” He sighed. “Actually, no, not alright. I’m going to help you, no more trying to get up on your own.” Once again, he couldn’t look me in the eye, instead focusing on my forehead.

Biting my check, I rolled my eyes.

“If we don’t move, I’m going to piss myself. And I can’t get down on my hands and knees, so unless you want to clean urine off the floor, let’s go.”

Killian nodded his head, slowly picking me up from my armpits. Slowly maneuvering us, I slid my right foot. I barely put any weight on my other leg, yet everything hurt.

I couldn’t stop the hiss escaping my mouth as we moved another foot. “Aziza…” he mumbled.

Before I knew it, he was lifting me up in his arms. Now I knew I may be skinny, a little thicker in some areas since I stopped dancing. But the weight of these casts is a lot. Yet Killian acted as though they weighed nothing.

He carried me into the bathroom, setting me down on the toilet. Stepping back, he barely gave me any breathing room, hovering over me, as I sat there.

“I’m not peeing with you right here.”

“I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Killian, I’m not peeing in front of you. Seriously, go,” I huffed.

“How are you going to pull your panties down, how are you going to wipe, wash your hands? Hell, how are you going to stand up?” he fired question after question at me.

I flushed with embarrassment at the thought of him having to actually help me use the bathroom. I mean I could do most of it one handed. Sure, it would take me a moment to pull my underwear down, and to do everything else. But I could do it.

I could.

I think.

“Come on,” he softened his voice. Reaching down, he helped slide them down my leg. Thankfully, the shirt I was wearing covered me for the most part. I mean, yes, this man had seen me. He’d been all up and close, personal in my private areas. But this was something completely different.

“I don’t think I can pee with you staring at me,” I muttered.

Killian shrugged, slowly turning his back to me. I could no longer hold it in, so I relieved myself. Almost groaning with relief. Once I finished, I thankfully wiped myself and flushed.

Killian was there helping me back up, easing my panties back on, then picking me back up in his arms, back to bed. I tried looking at the mirror as we passed, but somehow, he made sure his body covered it.

“Why am I at your cabin, Killian?” I asked.

He didn’t answer me. I was so afraid he was going to leave me alone again, that he’s going to go back into the living room or kitchen. Or wherever the hell he was.

“Killian Rivan Amery!” I snapped, grunting as something pulled in my body. Fuck, that hurt.

“Aziza, stop straining.”

“Stop ignoring me!” I was so close to losing it.

“I’m not ignoring you.” He rolled his eyes, stepping back from the bed.

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