Chapter 20: Chapter 20

Elizabeth gasped out once she was out of the bathroom.

"Damn! What just happened?" She mumbled, still breathing in and out, unable to believe what just happened earlier on in the bathroom.

Clinton on the other hand inside the bathroom sponged his body the best he could. After sponging, he would reach into the bucket Elizabeth placed in his front that contained water and pour himself clean water from there.

Now he is done bathing but can't find his towel and even the clothes he is to change into. What to do. His only way out is to call Elizabeth to help him out with it.

But on a second thought, he figured out that it could be that Elizabeth has placed the towel and his clothes on the hanger up to avoid water touching it while he is bathing and also since that is where the towel is normally hung. But how can he reach it without falling and even wounding himself.

He considered his options. Call Elizabeth for help or try to get it himself even though he might hurt himself.

First option seems a lot easier but how to call Elizabeth seems too hard for him.

Should he shout for help without having to include her name or just yell only her name. He was confused.

If he decides to go with the second option, which seems a lot more difficult than the first, he might injure himself in the process. He can't risk that.

He decided to go with his first option. What is there for him to lose anyway. It's not like she would beat him up for calling her for help.

"Help! Eliza..." her name felt heavy in his mouth to call. He took a deep breath ready to try again.

"Please help me!" His voice was loud this time.

Elizabeth heard Clinton yell from where she sat in the sitting room and rushed to help him. Her adrenaline pumped higher. She regretted leaving him all alone in the bathroom. She was afraid he might have tried getting out of the bathtub and hurt himself.

"Shit! I shouldn't have left him inside there all alone."

Elizabeth practically ran all the way to the bathroom scared to her pants for Clinton's safety.

Once she rushed into the bathroom but saw nothing unusual with Clinton sitting very calm in the bathtub.

She stopped in her tracks almost feeling stupid for thinking he was in danger. Looking at him there completely calm, she shook her head slightly and reached for his towel that she hung on the hanger. She presented it to him making sure he got it.

She watched him clean his body.

"Please help me up," Clinton said, hoping to tie his towel around him once she helped him up.

Elizabeth, already getting used to the task, reached forward and helped him up. There was no need for her to keep turning her face away as it wouldn't stop her from still seeing what she is avoiding to see. She just had to act like it was just a normal thing for her and that there was nothing there to see and shy away from for her own good and also for her work to be easier.

Clinton tied himself up with the towel once he was up. Elizabeth then began to lead him into his room.

Inside the room, Elizabeth provided his cream for him and allowed him to cream his body after which she also helped him put on his clothes.

"Should I bring you something to eat so you can take your drugs?" Elizabeth asked after he was done wearing his clothes.

"Yes, please," answered Clinton as he relaxed in bed.

Hmm. See who has suddenly turned nice overnight? She couldn't believe how nice Clinton has become since everything happened. He now uses words like 'thank you' 'please' often, something he would rarely do in the past.

Clinton's condition has taught Elizabeth something. Situations and circumstances change people sometimes, either in a good way or bad way. In Clinton's life, it was for the good.

She wished other maids he treated so low could see this changed part of him but she realized that seeing him in this manner could trigger them laughing and mocking him.

She then brought the food she made for him before he asked for a bath and placed it before him.

Wondering if he can find his mouth or if she should feed him, she asked him, "Do you need help with the food?"

"Yes, thanks."

Elizabeth then fed him. He ate without complaints or anything. Just opening his mouth to take the food, chewing it properly and doing the same thing again until he was full.

After he was done eating, Elizabeth gathered the plates to take the kitchen for washing.

"If you don't mind, I am ready for the exercise now,I mean that's if you are okay with it," Clinton said as Elizabeth was leaving.

"Okay, let me just drop these," Elizabeth said and headed to the kitchen.

So he is now ready to exercise. He should have continued acting like he didn't care, Elizabeth said in her mind.

Now another heavy task is added to her already huge task. She thought of how best to do this. Which exercise will really be suitable as the doctor wasn't specific on anything. He only mentioned him working out his leg bones but never said anything on how to go about it. She would have to do what she thinks best.

She really hope it goes fine as Clinton can be touchy sometimes and might flare up when it becomes tedious for him.

She just pray he understands that all she and the doctor is doing is for his own best and survival. In fact, she should be the one to get angry, flare up and all that as none of these affects her in any way but him. The better he realizes she can decide to leave any day, anytime she wants without being affected is the day he would appreciate her effort and do whatever he is told as it is for his own good and betterment.