Oh God, if the ground could just swallow me.
I wish I could move, but my body is so stiff I can barely press myself down to hide my... my... damn it.
I shut my eyes, embarrassed to even look at myself. He was watching me. I could feel it from the way the hair on my skin stood up.
"What happened?" he asked with a shaky breath. I doubt it was from the poison; he must have seen my breast. I prayed a bit of soap still covered me, but when I opened my eyes, I saw it was still sticking out.
From the corner of my eye, I caught him looking away, his cheeks flushed red. I tried to move slowly, but every movement caused an ache. I winced.
"Can you not move?" He turned back to face me.
I gave him a helpless nod.
He said softly, "Then you cannot wash yourself."
Obviously I couldn't. When I realized he wasn't asking a question, my head tilted and I raised a brow. "Harry, if you think..."
"Shh." He barely glanced at me as he took the bowl. He was about to pour the water when I yelped.
