“Alice, can you go into my closet and find my cast condom?” Bella asked her friend. “I’m covered in sand, dirt and … fuck it, the beach. I’m covered in the beach.” She ran her hand through her hair, grimacing when she remembered the laceration along her hairline from her drugged clumsiness. “I can’t wash my hair. Damn it.”
“Not in the shower, but I can do it for you in the sink, Hells Bells,” Alice said. “Where was that cast condom?”
“It should be in the closet, in my underwear drawer,” Bell explained, shifting on the bed.
Alice went into her closet, ruffling through the drawers. She found the ‘cast condom’, pulling it out and carrying it to the bathroom. While she was in there, she turned on the water and cleared off the bench inside. “Come on, Gimpy. Let me help you.”
“I need a shower cap. I think I have one from my trip to the Wynn when I dumped Jake’s ass,” Bella deadpanned. Standing up, she slipped the crutches underneath her arms and hobbled to the bathroom. Bella sat down on the toilet and wrapped a towel around her body, removing her clothes.
Alice found the shower cap. With Alice’s help, they wrapped her cast in the cover. Leaning heavily on her friend, Bella sat down on the bench with her towel. Alice pulled the removable shower head, angling it away from Bella. “Holler when you’re done. I’m going to make some more coffee and we’re going to have a chat after you’re all cleaned up. It’s a lovely day. The view over the lake is just what you need.”
“I don’t know, Alice,” Bella grumbled. “Possible concussion and sunlight?”
“Work with me, Swan,” Alice said. “We need to talk.” “Okay, okay,” Bella agreed.
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