“Um Can you get a nurse in here?" She wanted to go to the bathroom.

Her fingers were bandaged and she couldn't take off her pants.

Seeing her red face, he chuckled mischievously.

"I'll help you with that."

“No! I mean, no, thank you. You need to recuperate. The nurses said I could always ask for their help."

However, Wesley didn't listen to what she said at all. He entered the bathroom with her in his arms. He didn't even let her use the wheelchair.

Then, they got to the most awkward part...

Wesley sat Blair on the toilet seat. Her face flamed with embarrassment. She was wearing the hospital pants. Her injured hands were close to useless and she couldn't take them off by herself. How was she supposed to pee with her pants on? By now, Wesley also realized the problem. He and Blair Looked at each other. The air was thick with awkwardness.

“Um... Maybe I should send for the nurse,“ she remarked quietly, breaking the silence.

Wesley thought it was a good idea. But then his eyes landed on her bandaged feet. It occurred to him that one nurse wouldn't be enough to help her out in that situation. At Least two nurses were needed-one to help her with her clothes and the other to support her.

But he could do both by himself.

He quickly made up his mind. He held her with one arm and lifted her a little to make sure that her feet were off the floor. Without saying anything to her, he started to take off her pants with the other hand.

Blair was too shocked and embarrassed to utter a single word.

A few minutes Later, she was carried out of the bathroom, her face on fire.

After placing her gently on the bed, Wesley went back to the bathroom.

When he walked back into the room, he turned the lights off. Blair thought he was leaving, but instead, he sat on the bed.

He took off his boots, lifted the blanket, and slid into the hospital bed.

‘What's he doing? Is he spending the night here?’ Blair wondered, her eyes wide.

In the dim Light streaming through the window, she could see his tanned profile.

"Wesley?" she called, poking his strong arm with her pinkie.

"Yes?" he responded. Even lying in bed, he looked serious and stern.

Everything about him was military.

“The nurse said that visitors are not allowed to spend the night in the ward. Orion was asked to leave," she reminded him. She didn't want

Wesley to be asked to leave too. He was a military officer after all.

It would be embarrassing if he were to be thrown out.