Undergarment Issue

Purity watched as Lasci left the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

She let out a deep breath, trying not to cough again. She hurt everywhere.

Looking around, she noticed how nice but cold the bathroom was, all black tile and grey accents. It looked nothing like the warmth of her grandmother's bathroom.

Tears started falling from her eyes with the pain she felt in her body and heart, along with the regret of not making it to see her grandmother. She had left college immediately when the call came to the office from the hospital. Her grandmother had passed, and she was too busy trying to live her life.  All she could remember was flying through the storm with her car, trying to get to the hospital.

Purity’s grandmother raised her since she was a baby. Unfortunately, her parents had died in a horrible plane crash, and thankfully she was staying with her grandma at the time of the crash.

Granny, what Purity had always called her, believed in eating cookies for dinner, staying up late to watch scary movies on a school night, and she would let Purity dance barefoot in the rain. With the love and kindness her grandmother showed her, Purity learned to do the same to others as she grew up.

She tried wiping the tears away and swallowing the pain, but she suddenly felt a sharp stabbing in her wrist. Comparing her left with her right, she could see that her right wrist was bruised and extremely swollen. Now it made sense why it hurt to throw the clock.

She had to go the bathroom but didn't want to call for help.

Purity managed to pull the sheet from around her almost naked body with her left hand and pull her underwear down inch by inch on each side.

After she was done, she pulled the sheet back up over her body. It was easier than trying to maneuver the underwear back on.

"I'm finished."

There was no answer, so she tried again, a little hesitant, "Hello, Lasci? I'm, I'm finished."

The door finally cracked open, "Are you decent?"

Purity nodded but realized he couldn't see her, "Yeah, yes I am."

She watched as Lascivious stepped in. He was no longer wearing the hoodie with cute puppies and hearts but now was wearing a tight-fitted plain white t-shirt. She scanned his upper body, noticing how fit he was, but when he turned to shut the door, her attention was caught by his butt. The house pants showed its firm fullness. Blushing, she turned away.

"I will start the water and then help you to the edge of the tub, but I can't leave you alone, so I will turn around while you wash up."

"Why can't you leave me alone in the tub?"

She noticed his impatience and felt scared when he turned and snapped at her.

"Because if you have a concussion, which I am sure you do, you could pass out in the water and drown, and that's the last thing I want to deal with at this point!"

She wanted to say something back and tell him it was their fault she was in this situation, but she didn't know him or what he could do. 

"Oh."

She watched him start the water and test it consistently to see if it was too hot or cold.

She caught herself again, staring at his butt as he sat on the edge of the tub by the door. Purity had never been with a man or was even interested in kissing one, but for some reason, she found the one in front of her interesting.

Seeing him test the water one last time, she heard him whisper, "There, that should be okay."

He stood and grabbed something out of the bathroom towel closet and opened it. Sniffing at it, he sneezed, making Purity giggle as she watched him wrinkle his nose.

He just glanced at her and poured some of its purply contents into the tub.

"What is that?"

She could smell lavender and something else.

"Not sure. My brother uses it after he works out. He says it soothes his muscles."

Purity nodded, appreciative of the gesture.

The smell filled the air, making her feel slightly relaxed. It was almost the same scent as her grandmother's towels.

"Alright, I'm going to move you to the tub now."

Purity nodded, grateful that the tub was large and had a wide edge she could sit on.

The man came over and scooped her up once again. This time, Purity was aware of his strength.

He set her down on the tub's edge, "There, you should be able to get in even if your leg is fractured. I will stand on the other side of that wall next to the shower."

Purity nodded, "Okay."

She waited until he was on the other side of the tile wall separating the large tub from the full-sized shower. Then, she slowly unwrapped the towel, maneuvering it around her body again with her left hand. At that moment, it dawned on her that her underwear was still by the toilet.

She let out a squeak of embarrassment.

"Everything okay?"

"Yes."

Turning, she could see the small bundle hiding where she had tried to push them with her unhurt leg. The next issue was her bra, but slipping her left hand in between it and under her arm seemed undoable. She would either bathe with it on or ask Lasci for help.

She didn't like either option very well, so she tried again. This time, however, she lost her balance and slid into the tub with a yelp.

Her head went under with her left hand twisted in the strap as she tried to reach for the edge of the tub. The bra stretched but didn't tear, so she was forced to use her right hand to pull herself back up in a sitting position. Her cry of pain was muffled with water as she let go, she couldn't use her right hand, but suddenly strong hands lifted her up.

"Shit, woman, are you trying to drown yourself?"

She heard Lasci's voice above her, coughing, trying to catch her breath.

"No, my," she coughed harder, trying to get the words out, "the bra, I couldn't undo it."

She started to slip back down fast, and he grabbed her hurt wrist this time. She cried out again, trying to pull it from his painful grip.

He realized something was wrong and let got, picking her up entirely out of the water.

"For God's sake, what is wrong with you?"

She finally caught her breath and started shivering from being wet and hurt.

"MY wrist is hurt. I couldn't, couldn't undo my bra."

She noticed Lasci looking at her chest. Her left hand was still twisted in the bra while her left breast hung free, and the right breast was half exposed, smashed uncomfortably against her chest.

Feeling self-conscious, she tried turning whichever way she could away from his gaze.

"Hold still," he said, carrying her over to the toilet, "I'm going to set you down, then I am going to grab some scissors."

He grabbed the sheet from by the tub and covered her back up, and she watched his face as he tried not to look. She felt bad for causing him trouble.

"Sorry," she whispered as he wrapped over the front of her body.

"Next time, you need to ask for help. Otherwise, you’ll just make more work for me. Now sit there and don't move! I'll be right back."

She watched as he grabbed a towel and threw it over the water in front of the tub before he left.

She cringed when she tried moving her right hand to a more comfortable position, and her left one was currently stuck no matter what she tried.

Lasci had been quick and came back into the bathroom holding a kitchen knife. The sight of the blade made her eyes widen before she cried out, "Wait, what are you doing? I’m sorry, please don’t kill me! I won't cause no more trouble, I swear!"

She almost started to sob again and forced her eyes closed while looking away, "Please, just do it quickly!"

Suddenly the sound of deep masculine laughter rang in her ears, and she peeked back at Lasci to see him laughing at her.

"Not are you only a pain, but you're also way too dramatic. I couldn't find scissors, so I grabbed the best next thing I could find."

She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Once again, she had made a fool of herself.

"Oh," was all she could say after she calmed down.

"Turn around and face the wall. I'll cut it from the back."

Purity nodded and shifted slightly towards the wall.

"Will this work?"

She heard him take a deep breath before responding.

"It will have to, now hold still."

Lasci gently picked up her long-matted hair and put it over her shoulder. His hands brushing against her skin created goosebumps, covering her skin.

Suddenly she heard him slam the knife on the sink behind her and take a deep breath.

“Are you okay?”

She wasn’t sure what was going on but thought she did something else to irritate him.

She heard him take a breath and then felt his fingers on the bra.

“What, what are you doing?”

His fingers made her squirm each time she felt them touch the sensitive skin on her back.

He growled at her, “Hold still!”

“Sorry, I’m trying. What are you doing?”