Chapter 38

“I’d better get myself together for bed.”

“Do you need some help getting to the bathroom?”

“No.” But he still stood ready to catch me if I pitched forward on my face again. I liked that someone cared enough about me to do that.

As with all the private rooms at Martinsburg Memorial, this one had a bathroom attached. Inside were a stack of towels, a yellow basin for bed baths if the patient wasn’t capable of using the shower, and a small kit containing a tiny bar of soap, toothbrush and toothpaste, mouthwash, a disposable razor, and a comb.

“You don’t have to stay, you know,” I called through the door as I relieved myself. “I’ll be fine.”

“Shut up. I’m staying.”

“All right.” I couldn’t stop grinning, and I hummed a few bars from the song that had been playing in Hunter’s stockroom.