The broken and fragile

Part 2: what's going on?!

Releasing my hand finally I couldn't help but hate the cold and empty feeling that soon followed. I stood slightly in the doorway while I heard running water. Taking a quick weary glance up I saw the man knelt in front of a tub with his back to me. It really was a bath. But why? My eyes became glued to his back that was covered in a tight black shirt. His muscles standing out through it. I could see them ripple through the shirt as he moved his hand in the water.

Part of me was scared of his muscular figure yet another part was for some reason enjoying it. He reached up turning the water off and started to turn to me. I quickly averted my gaze back to the floor. I could hear him walking to me until I saw his feet in front of me yet again.

He reached his arm around me and rested his hand on the small of my back making it explode in warmth instantly. Softly pushing me forward he stepped aside letting me pass him till I was standing in front of the tub that was filled with water and bubbles. It looked so foreign.

"you wouldn't mind if I stayed to help would you?" I didn't dare speak, instead I obeyed his unspoken command. Un-buttoning the shirt I let it fall to the ground around me. This was it. All these games were over, now the torture would begin. I felt his eyes on me and I stared at the ground still. Feeling his hand around my small arm I knew this was it.

"Come on I'll help you in" WHAT?! He's not going to do anything? I'm seriously taking a bath. Lifting my leg to step in the tub I became a little shaky and off balance but his other hand came to my shoulder steadying me.

Bringing my foot down into the water it burned extensively. Maybe this was my torture. He wanted the water to burn me. My body being so used to being cold I couldn't take the heat but I forced my self in as I kept my face calm. Lowering myself all the way in it burned so much but the scorching heat soothed my broken rib. He kneeled beside the tub as he brought a cloth to my face cleaning it while his other hand held my cheek.

Keeping my eyes fixated on the bubbles I let him do as he pleased. After what I'm guessing was about 10 minutes of him cleaning my face and ringing out the cloth above me soaking and washing my hair he reached in the water softly grabbing my arm and bring it out.

I could feel the calming atmosphere in the room instantly change at the site of my pink blistering skin on my arm. "oh god..." His words sounded vulnerable and broken and he quickly reached in and grabbing me under me arms bringing me to stand in the tub. My whole body a soft pink color as it started to burn from the temperature. The atmosphere spiked instantly. "why didn't you tell me it was to hot?" He blurted out in a panic. Did he honestly not know? Was he not meaning to hurt me?

In a rush he brought a soft white towel around my body pulling me out of the tub. He held me tightly to him but not in a painful way. More of a protective way. But that couldn't be right why on earth would he feel protective of me. Rushing out of the room and past the person I now know as Ben he started speeding down the halls. Ben was on his heels when he glimpsed at my pink blistered legs that were sticking out of the towel.

As he sped past room after room I kept silent my eyes down until he laid me down on a new bed and he stood over me. Keeping my eyes averted from staring at him as he spoke to someone. "I was giving her a bath I didn't know the water was to hot it seemed fine to me but it burned her, What can we do?" He rushed out still seeming to be in a panic for some reason.