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washing them and his feet.
    Now I think most people in this situation might think, “Well, wow, I met this guy once, and he’s naked in my bathtub. That’s crazy!” or “How awkward, I’m washing another dude.” Not me. Honestly, after working in the hospital and just generally being alive, people’s bodies don’t bother me. Yeah, I’m aware of his anatomy.
    It’s pretty fantastic, in my opinion ( heh ), but nothing to feel weird or awkward about. I mean , it’s not like I have no clue what’s under his towel.
    His eyes were closed, he trusted me totally.
    F olded the cloth, using the corner to clear the last of the blood and grime from his face. After I cleaned the dried blood from his eyes, he opened them and looked at me; there was pure gratitude sparkling in the icy blue.
    I nodded, wiping his forehead with the cloth, propping him up with my arm. I was kind of wet now too, but I didn’t really mind.
    A llowed the water to fall on us for a couple more minutes, before turning off the shower and draping the huge turquoise towel over him.
    He held on to it like a blanket, getting to his feet slowly, with much support from me.
    And then there he stood, in my bathroom, covered only by my towel, smiling up at me. Even covered in bruises and cuts… he looked beautiful. It was almost like I wasn’t even seeing the injuries, but I was looking at just him. Beautiful. I’ve never been more attracted to anyone before.
    Maybe I’m a little too romantic.
    R etrieved another towel, and indicated the stack of fresh clothing, picking up his dirty clothes and the extra towel and making my exit.
    After I finished starting a new load of laundry, I heard the bathroom door open.
    Noah limped out, with a towel on his head. He yawned, taking the towel off his head and handing it to me.
    “Thank you. ” he said quietly, “You’re very kind.” Slowly, his eyelids fell, and his head nodded, the resulting movement jerking him awake.
    I smiled, “Come on, I’ll take you to the guest room.”
    He nodded, yawning, “Thank you.”
    G ot him settled in the guest room, you know, folding down the blankets and turning on the lamp, etc.
    He moved very deliberately, like he thought his actions out completely before following through with them. With those same measured movements, he sat down on the bed, and shifte d his legs under the covers. M ade a note of this because his slow carefulness seemed noteworthy. It was interesting.
    His hands shook as he gathered the blankets around him; he was shivering. R ealised he was shaking because of the pain. All those bruises and cuts, of course he was in pain.
    Hastily, I ran to the bathroom, and grabbed the first-aid kit and a bottle of acetaminophen from the cupboard. When I returned, he was lying extremely still, flat on his back. It seemed he was holding his breath.
    Leaned down beside the bed, touching his arm gently. “Noah…”
    He looked at me, his eyes barely open.
    “You’re in pain, do you want to go to the hospital?” I looked at some of the cuts, aware of the tiny beads of blood collecting in the deep gashes, “We probably should… some of these could use stitches.”
    He shook his head, “Questions… too many questions.”
    “They’re important questions, though. If someone has hurt you, they should answer for it. This is… assault. It’s illegal.”
    At this, his eyes opened a little wider. The way he looked at me, I could see the desolation in his eyes.
    “They won’t believe it even if I told them.” He said , his tone lowered in utter defeat. “They didn’t.”
    I leaned closer , “I would believe you.”
    His eyes slid shut, “I doubt it.”
    D idn’t know what to say to that. So I said nothing, instead busying myself with opening the first-aid kit and taking out several gauze pads, butterfly bandages, and a roll of dressings.
    T ook his forearm in my hand gently, supporting it with my fingers spread out to disperse weight. He watched in silence as I