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Chapter 125: Helpless

The two of them sat in silence for what seemed like forever, but what had only really been but a minute. They were finally able to be together, away from the world for a short amount of time, without any of the problems that had plagued them. While the door was unlocked, Roger was sure no one would enter.

Hunter wagged his tail, but it was not the quick wagging that usually accompanied his presence. It was a slow sway behind him, and in his face he showed a dissembled ebullience. His eyes betrayed deep concern that would not vacate.

"What's wrong?" Roger asked him.

The wolf shook his head. "I'm just... worried. Let's just get you washed up and back to bed, okay?"

The fox's heart sank a little, but he understood the reasoning. Every moment he was away from the safety of his bed was a chance for him to be injured further, though he did not see the bench as being such a risk. The bed was not exactly a safe haven, either.

He agreed, though. At least it was Hunter helping him rather than the nurse. Hunter had seen him nude before, and they had done things that made him blush just from thinking about them. There was no reason to be anxious around him.

He moved his tail away and watched the wolf turn on the shower head. The water came out soft, a lack of pressure seemingly extant.

Hunter sprayed a bit of water on the fox, watching his fur mat when it dampened. Soon enough he looked cold and miserable, shivering even though the water was warm. The room was a lot colder than he remembered.

"You look kind of silly like that," Hunter commented with a chuckle.

"Oh don't you start that," Roger said. He glared at the wolf and shivered in place. "Just hurry this up, it's freezing in here."

Hunter moved around the puddle that had been forming and grabbed some soap that had been provided. He handed it to the fox, who began to lather himself up until he looked like a bubbly poodle, which gave the wolf some amusement.

He took the shower head and sprayed the fox from chest and downward, making sure to get rid of all of the soap suds. The room began to smell a lot cleaner than the regular sterile environment it had once smelled like, oddly enough. Perhaps it was just that it smelled of soap.

Hunter looked around for a towel, but he could not find one. "I'll be right back," he said. He left in spite of the fox's protests that had fallen upon deaf ears.

Roger held the shower head as he watched the wolf leave the room. Merely opening the door let in the cool, air conditioned air from the hospital, and he shivered. He pointed the nozzle at his chest and let it warm him up while he waited.

He looked at his body and realized that he looked a bit skinnier, but not in a good way. He seemed dehydrated and emaciated a little, but not as if he had been starving. He looked sickly, in short.

His fur was the same colors. Same browns, same oranges, same whites. Other than the change in body structure, nothing else seemed different. He decided to wash his tail while he waited. He sprayed water on it until it transformed from its normal, puffy self into a wet rope.

He put some soap on it and let it soak a moment before he washed it off. His tail was not normally dirty, but he did not want to risk it, especially since his incident in the ambulance, as he had been told. He continued to wait, enjoying the heat from the water.

Hunter came back after a moment with some towels. "They gave me extras," he explained. "Just in case."

"In case of what?" Roger asked, but then he thought about who the wolf might have sought out, and the answer came to him. "Nevermind."

Hunter locked the door, and then began to remove his clothes.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Roger asked, surprised, though not disappointed. His eyes were glued onto the wolf, and only lascivious thoughts filled his head.

"I don't want to get my clothes wet," the wolf replied.

"A-ah. I guess that makes sense." The fox felt a little disappointed, but it was probably for the best, though it did not stop his body from reacting.

There went a shirt, and in front of him was the large torso he had come to love using as a pillow. The defined features and muscles that hid under the fur were becoming more and more known to the fox.

The pants were placed to the side. The wolf's legs are as large as the fox remembered, and the way the wolf's boxers showed the shapes and curves of the wolf's waist and below, he could only blush in response.

The boxers even fled, after the socks and shoes. Roger could not keep his body from reacting in its normal manner to the sight that had manifested in front of him. He moved his tail onto his lap as a habit, and then the cold water came into contact with a sensitive part with him, causing him to yip and the mood to dissipate.

Hunter looked at him, a discomfited expression on his face. "What'd you do?" he asked, worried.

"N-nothing," Roger responded, embarrassed. "Let's... just get this over with. It's getting cold."

The wolf nodded. He took the shower head and began to spray water on the fox again, kneeling down so he could help rub the parts that the fox could not reach, such as his back. It was a bit rough in contrast with the nurse's gentle touch.

Once he was done, he said, "Stand up and turn around."

The fox hesitated. "Wh-why?"

"I'm going to wash... you know," Hunter explained. "Your behind."

"I can do that, it's okay." Roger was still anxious about such a thing, even though he trusted Hunter.

The wolf patted him on the shoulder. "It's better if I do it."

Roger wanted to protest, but the look the wolf gave him showed that arguing would get him nowhere. He begrudgingly stood up, feeling a bit weak in the legs, and turned around. He felt paws run down his lower back and it made him shiver, his tail twitching every so often. He could feel his face flush.

"You don't have to do this," Roger reminded him.

"I want to," the wolf said. "I want to take care of you."

Roger could feel his tail being moved, and then water sprayed on a region that had been very sore not long ago, and the source of much embarrassment much more recently. He wondered who had the task of cleaning him up.

He shut his eyes tightly and hoped anxiously that the wolf would not find anything detestable. He had not had a chance to properly wash himself, and he did not know if the nurses were very thorough.

There was no comment from Hunter. He simply cleaned the fox, and then told him to turn back around. When the fox obliged, he nuzzled into the fox's stomach lovingly. "See?" he said. "It wasn't so bad."

Roger agreed. He was not sure why he was so anxious. This was the wolf he planned on spending the rest of his life with.

The wolf helped dry him with a towel after rinsing off the remainder of the soap. He then helped put the hospital gown back on. He then put his own clothes back on.

When they were done, they headed back to Roger's room.

While Roger appreciated the help, it made him feel weak. If he could not even clean himself without help, what good was he? He was helpless there.

A dark thought passed through his mind, but he pushed it away. For now, he would just focus on getting better.

It was all he could do.