Page 30 of Quiet Chaos

“Shhh. It’s okay. It happens.” Sky swallows. “But you can’t sit here all night. I know you’re in a lot of pain.” My fingers tuck loose strands of hair behind her ears. “I called the nurse, and she can’t come back. Patsy won’t be able to make it here for several hours.” I let this information settle. Those stunning amber eyes are trying to piece it all together.

“That leaves you and me, Princess. Do you mind if I help you?” She glances down. I angle her chin toward me. “Focus on me, Sky. If you let me, I can get you cleaned and dressed.”

Sobs crash through her body, which is a torrential mess. I place my forehead to hers, hands on the side of her face, and she immediately stills with her glistened eyes on me.

“Hey, I know you’re embarrassed, and this situation is uncomfortable for both of us. I’ll walk you through everything I’m going to do, okay?”

“Okay, Cade,” she says with a voice as delicate as a hummingbird’s wings.

Without thinking, I kiss her on the forehead and say, “That’s my girl.”

Before either of us can react to what I just did, I say, “I’m going to slip off your sweatpants and underwear, so I’ll need you to lift your butt.”

Her eyes squeeze shut while her arms push off the toilet seat and I maneuver her clothes out. I use the sweats to wipe up the trickle of pee in the washroom and toss them in the hamper. Sky’s medication is on the vanity, so I grab some pills and water.

“How about you take these pills to help ease the pain?”

She takes them as I turn on the shower, lower the pressure, and wait until the temperature is warm. I remove the splint from her arm.

“Now, I’m going to hike you up from your underarms so you can stand.” She does as I ask. “Good.” She is facing the shower. “I’m going to remove your top.”

Sky tenses under my fingertips. My fingers stall there for her to get comfortable with the idea. Her back relaxes, and she raises her one arm. I slip it over her head from the one side and slide it out on the left. Then I quickly get out of my sweats, keeping my boxer briefs on. I’m behind her in the shower and place her hand on the shower handle.

About to wash her, I say, “Close your eyes and concentrate on something that makes you happy. Don’t think about what I’m doing.”

Her body is stiff as a reed while I use a washcloth. I start on her back, arms, and drift over her small, rounded butt I’d loveto massage. Sky’s skin is as smooth as churned butter. Full of tender curves that match her delicateness. My dick twitches.

Not now! Maggots. Mold. Picking your nose. Dentist.

My cock simmers down until I need to move to her front. Her breasts are smaller than the palm of my hand, soft, with the right amount of firmness, and her nipples are erect. I need to get this done before she freaks over my arousal. My hand dips between her thighs and she slams into me, releasing a gasp. Her knuckles are white from grasping the handle so hard.Shit!She’s in pain, can’t move, and now a man is touching her where no one has been before. This makes me feel like a dirty old man. I hurry to rinse her off.

I wrap a towel around her first, slipping off my briefs, and wrap one around my waist. Sky holds the ends to her chest while I sit her on top of the vanity. In front of her, I take her hair in my hand and brush it. It’s thick and silky. Her eyes remain closed since getting in the shower. This allows me to look without her studying me. She stirs the danger inside, a burning flame, wanting to fuck her hard. Although, I couldn’t and wouldn’t do that to her. I want her in a way I’ve never acclimated myself to. It’s too intimate. Although with Sky, intimacy is all I can imagine. My hands trailing her ivory skin. Her lips.Damn!My body instantly reacts to Sky.

Cesspool. Hair on soap. Shit on shoe.

“Your bandage got wet, so I’m going to change it.” I remove the bandage from her stab wound. It’s stitched, jagged, and red. Through gritted teeth, I put a fresh one on, thinking about that asshole who did this to her. He made bail. I have some guys tracking him, and after I’m done, he’ll pray for a painless death.

My dick pushes against the towel. I tell Sky I’ll be back. Running downstairs, I calm the storm within while I throw on a new pair of sweatpants and grab a button-down shirt. Back in her bathroom, Sky is sitting limp, her limbs sag from exhaustion.

I whisper to avoid startling her. “Hey Sky. Let’s put this shirt on.” I slip her arms through it, button it up, and when she stands, I grab the towel out from underneath, tossing it on the floor.

“I’m going to help you downstairs. Lean your right side into me to alleviate stress on your arm and shoulder.”

She’s so sluggish, though she asks, “Why?”

“My bedroom is on the main floor. It will be easier for the nurse and I to help you.” Worry makes her eyes pop open. I cut her off before she gets upset. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Downstairs, I slide her onto my bed near the bathroom, prop the pillows behind her and on the side. I roll her shirt up, placing the ice packs on her stomach. Her milky skin marred with bruises. I shake my head, hungry for revenge. My hand is on the door when I hear a chirp of athank you, Cade. I wink and close it. It’s going to be a tough month.

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“Therefore, since Christ suffered in his body, arm yourselves also with the same attitude, because whoever suffers in the body is done with sin.” 1 Peter 4:1

Sky - November 2019

Cade comes home to relieve the nurse of her duties. He checks to see if I need anything, and I tell him no. He’s been downstairs cooking, chopping, and humming to music. I’ve had to use the washroom for some time. Unfortunately, I held it because of the pain. Now I can’t wait. I slide myself off the bed and when I stand, an ice pick stab hits, knocking the wind out of me along with pee. It trickles down my leg. With one arm pressed against my stomach, and the other holding the sweats between my thighs, I shuffle as fast as I can to the toilet. Each step ignites another bout of misery and nausea. On the toilet, sweats still on, I notice a trail of urine running from the door to where I sit.

My head shakes and I can’t control the thunder crashing into me. Realization hits and the crying begins. How am I going to get out of these sweats and clean up? My sobs pierce my ribs, arms hugging my stomach. No matter how much I want to stop, it only creates more anxiety and fits. I’m horrified at peeing on the floor. It’s humiliating. An onslaught of fear and embarrassment has me bawling.

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