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him.
    “Look, I wasn’t planning on bathing her myself, sir. I
just need to be here if she needs any assistance. But if it would make you more
comfortable, I can send in a female nurse. It will be another hour or so, but
it won’t be a problem.”
    “That’s not necessary,” I blurted out, aching to get my
first real shower. Sponge baths were not doing the trick the past couple days.
    “Yes, it is.” Logan craned his neck, and with a serious
and almost intimidating stare, he added, “Either me or a female nurse is
getting you clean tonight—your choice—but I won’t be leaving till it’s done.”
    “Screw you, Logan. I don’t take orders!” I spit, pushing
myself up. “Can you help me?” I said, tilting my head to look past Logan’s
powerful frame to Jeffery.
    “Um…yeah, of course.”
    Great, now Logan had the poor guy scared. It didn’t
matter—I would prove he couldn’t tell me what to do. I wasn’t his girlfriend. I
winced at the thought.
    “You take another step toward her and it will be your
last.” Logan’s threat was menacingly deep.
    “Sir, Cassandra’s my patient. If you stand in the way of
her care, I will be forced to call security.”
    Go Jeffery! I was liking that guy more and more.
Too bad he looked like one of Santa’s elves with his tiny frame, short stature,
and pointed ears.
    “Logan, I’m showering. End of discussion.”
    He turned to face me fully, jaw clenched tight, hands
balled at his sides so tightly the knuckles whitened. Slowly, he appraised my
set, assertive stance. I wasn’t backing down.
    “Yes, it is,” he replied, eerily calm.
    Something in the way he spoke the words shot an icy
shiver up my spine. Then, to my complete shock, Logan stepped out of the way
and allowed Jeffery to wrap my robe around my back and help me to the bathroom.
I was thankful it covered the laceration on my thigh and most of my bruises.
    Once inside, Jeffery watched as I sat on the toilet lid, then
kneeled down to place a waterproof bandage over my stitches for extra
protection.
    “If you need anything, I’ll be right outside the door.
After you get undressed, be careful getting in the shower, and remember: sit on
the shower seat. Don’t try to stand in there. You might fall.” I nodded, and he
closed the door.
    Alone at last, at least except for the mumbling of voices
not quite audible through the door. I chose to ignore it and slipped off my
robe, gown, and white cotton panties. I stepped slowly into the warm shower and
sat on the cool metal seat.
    The shower sprayer detached and I held it in one hand
while the other lathered soap over my abused body.
    I had to admit that by the time my hair was washed and
body clean, I was exhausted. The only issue that bugged me was my back, which
was in need of a good scrub from all the lying down I’d been doing over the
last couple days. The sponge baths hadn’t seemed to be enough, and it was the
one place on my body that still felt oily and grimy.
    With a grunt from the stab in my chest, I reached out and
grabbed the towel, wrapping it around my front. After I was covered as well as
possible I then turned around so I could call Jeffery in and see if he could
help. It was his job, right? I had no clue, but I was desperate. Still, I
wasn’t going to show him more than necessary; he’d only see my back and a bit
of my ass. It would be worth it to feel clean again.
    Leaning back I stretched my arm through the shower
curtain and knocked on the door.  
     “Can you help me a moment, Jeffery?” I yelled.
    Straightening myself back on the seat, it hit me, would
Logan might intervene yet again? Would he be that pigheaded?  I should have
told Jeffery to throw him out but I didn’t have it in me. I just wanted to have
the sweat washed from my back, was that too much to ask?
    I closed my eyes and begged for a little luck. Please
don’t let Logan come in, Please don’t let Logan come in, Please don’t let Logan
come— .
    The door opened, and