How could I die?

Unhurriedly, his body bent in an awkward position as he eased her down the toilet seat. Though uncomfortable, he couldn't complain as he had to respect her wish. He couldn't look at her.

"Are you sitting alright now? He asked to be sure she wasn't sitting only on one side since he couldn't see what he was doing. 

"Yes... I'm fine." He heard her whisper-like voice and he breathed out in relief. He had succeeded. He couldn't help but smile and nod his head in approval internally for the great feat he had achieved. In just one try, he had placed her perfectly on the seat.

Another dilemma hit Alita after she finished peeing. How was she going to clean herself when her hand was not going to do the job for her? After contemplating for a short while, she decided to just forget it. One day wouldn't hurt, right. She would just leave it for tomorrow when she would hopefully feel better.