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I don’t know what I want more: for her to say yes or no.
“I’ll figure it out, Youssef. Can you just do the sling?”
The typical Paige tone turns my focus back to the task at hand. I finally get the sling off, and she winces a little as I help her lower her arm to her side but tells me she’s fine.
“All right, you’re free to go,” she announces.
I’m not sure where to look. I alternate between glancing at her arm, at her face, and at the wall behind her.
“Don’t drown, okay?”
“I’ll do my best.”
I still have no idea how she’s going to manage getting out of the rest of her clothes and into the bath, but that’s her call to make. I’ll knock in a minute just to be sure she really hasn’t drowned.
“Good luck.”
I leave the bathroom and pull the door closed behind me, crossing the room to collapse onto the couch a second later.
This girl is actually going to kill me.
