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To her surprise, a hint of red entered his cheeks. Oh, that was cute. And that really wasn’t a word she thought she would think about Hayes.

“Dumb comment, I get it.”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad,” she said. Why was she messing up? And why was she so emotional?

“Hey, don’t cry,” he soothed. “Everything is fine. You didn’t make me feel bad.”

Deep breath in. Breath out.

You have this.

“I’ll get you a bed pan,” he said.

“No bed pan!”

“There will be one around here, surely,” he said.

“You listen to me, Graham Hayes. I’m using the toilet. The. Toilet.”

“I don’t want you to fall over and hurt yourself. You’re not well enough to use a toilet. I could try and find a diaper if you’re not keen on a bed pan.”

“In what world is a diaper better than a bed pan!” she cried. Then she groaned as her bladder contracted painfully.

Actually, she had no idea if a bladder was capable of contracting, but that’s definitely what it felt like.

She moaned.

“Shit. You’re in pain. I’m calling the nurse.”

“Just take . . . me to . . . the toilet.”

To her utter relief he strode into the attached bathroom and set her carefully on her feet in front of the toilet. A whimper escaped as she straightened up.

“Out.”

She pointed with her good hand to the door.

“That’s not happening,” he told her gruffly. “Can’t leave you in here alone. You might fall off the toilet.”

“I’m not going to fall off the toilet.”

He gave her a look filled with disbelief.

“Seriously! When have I ever been that clumsy?”

“Well, there’s been some instances,” he said dryly.

Oh. Right.

She winced as she thought of all the times she’d fallen over around him or bumped into things.

But that was really only because she’d been focused on him and not on anything around her . . . which probably wasn’t the thing to tell him.

“I’m not going to fall off the toilet. What I am gonna do is pee myself.” She half-bent over and a wave of dizziness decided to hit.

“Okay. Down you go.”

To her shock, he crouched in front of her, then reached under her long gown to pull down her panties.