Bella struggled to get Emilio out of his clothes. She regretted picking the bodysuit for him. Since he had a well-built body that filled his clothes well.
Now that he was wet from the rain, the clothes stuck to his body like a second skin. She made him sit on the only wooden chair by the door. She then ran inside the bathroom and started running the water in the Bathtub.
Bella was aware of her own capabilities. Since her man could hardly stand up on his own, a warm bath would be the best option. She could feel her cheeks getting warm from the mere thought of washing his body.
She couldn't leave him like that. It was her fault that he got sicker than he was. If only she had been more observant or considerate, none of these should have happened. Her mood was foul. Not even the image of a beaten-up Arya could cheer her up.