It took a clumsy moment to get me to my feet. But Sabastian easily picked me up, sitting me on the toilet. Then, with a command and a hard touch along my stomach from him, I released my body.
Water and poop fell to the water below. I fell forward, leaning against the man as he pressed against my stomach, helping everything release.
I sobbed, not able to stop the crying as relief finally set in. There was still cramping, but nothing nearly as bad as it had been most of the night.
“There you go,” he soothed, making one more pass. When nothing came out, his hand went to my head, holding me to him. “Such as good boy.”
I didn’t bother to correct him in my mind. My body, sobs turning to just tears and sniffles, nearly fell when he stepped back.
“Let's get cleaned up, then back to bed with you.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes on his stomach, where his shirt was soaked from my tears.
As he helped me to stand, my legs were weak, and embarrassment began to set in. My cheeks heated as he slipped the shirt off of my head.
Sabastian simply turned on the shower, making sure it was warm before helping me in.
“Can you wash yourself while I get this mess out here cleaned up?”
I nodded, letting the water rain over the top of my head.
The shower door closed softly, caging me in the huge shower. It had way too many water sprouts, too many nobs, for me to know where to even start.
Spotting shampoo, I loathed up my hair, quickly wiping away the snot, tears, and sweat from my body. My legs threatened to give out more than once.
Although I was extremely tired, I at least felt better. I never wanted to feel like that again.
When I was done, I just stood there and watched Sabastian from under my lashes.
He was busy cleaning up around the toilet, none the wiser to me spying on him.
Shouldn’t I be the one cleaning up that mess, though? Sir would have, no matter how tired or worn out I was. He wouldn’t have cared if I was dying. I’d still have been forced to clean up my mess.
“Done?” My eyes flashed to Sabastain’s face as he asked. I nodded once.
Almost instantly, the door was opened and he shut off the water.
It didn’t take long to dry off with a huge towel, my hair dripped down to my shoulders. Sabastian easily took care of that, too, running another towel across the strands.
“Next time, wake me up. You don’t need to be in pain over something that can be fixed.”
I nodded, my voice lost. I doubted I’d wake him up, but I could lie.
“Since I only got you a few clothes, you’ll have to wear one of my shirts again.”
I didn’t care. His shirts covered more than a few of the things Sir had bought for me to wear.
I stood there, pretty much letting Sabastian dress me. This shirt, like the last, went well past my butt, covering everything.
I followed the man as he gently took ahold of my arm, leading me back to bed. There, he tucked me in before spotting my sore thumb. With another soft touch, he pulled my hand closer as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“You broke the skin,” he mused, turning my hand over to see the whole digit. “Which means it’ll have to be wrapped for a few days.”
I watched as he stood, walking back towards the bathroom. Too tired to try to keep my eyes open any longer, they slipped closed, body relaxed into the mattress. But just as sleep almost pulled me down, a touch on my thumb forced me to jerk wide awake.
“It’s just me,” Sabastian soothed, taking my hand that had snuck to my mouth.
I made a mental note to work harder to keep that habit away. I wasn’t a baby.
