"I deal with it myself," Elliot answered in a level-headed tone. "However, you may assist me if you're worried."

Avery felt like she had just dug her own grave.

Of course, she would be concerned if Elliot were to take care of his hygiene needs on his own, but what was the difference between watching him take a shower, and giving him a shower?

They entered the bedroom, and Avery shut the door behind them.

"Could you pass me the walking stick, please?" Elliot asked in a deep, low voice.

Avery was just about to ask him where the walking stick was when she spotted it and handed it over to him.

Elliot held his walking stick and used it as a support as he struggled out of the wheelchair.

"Are you okay?" Avery asked in a panic.

"I'm fine. I've been taking a shower by myself for the past few days," Elliot answered with a hint of humor in his voice. "Did I scare you?"

Avery blushed, then said, "Were you messing with me on purpose?"

"I just wanted to see your reaction," Elliot said, t