Chapter Thirteen
Ward handed Karen over to Terry. “We’ll talk after your bath. This is Terry. He’s a nurse. He’ll take good care of you.”
In the white bathroom, Terry snipped Karen’s stitches and removed the catheter. He gave her a glass of water. “Do you think you can pee?” Her bladder was bursting but nothing came out. “Never mind,” he said kindly. “We’ll try again later.”
The water was just hot enough and smelled of lavender. “Just relax,” Terry told her. “Sir has given you permission to wash yourself if you like, or if you prefer I’ll do it.”
She looked up at him gratefully. “I’d like to try.” She felt determined to undertake this forbidden activity, but then the next moment was shaky and uncertain. “Will you help me if I need you to?” Her hands shook as she took a washcloth and a
