One day we will sleep for days...

Sisky sat on the floor and propped her elbows on the edge of the tub.

It didn't really occur to Sisky that it was probably a good idea for her to leave the room as she watched Tom.

Sisky followed Tom's eyes and blushed slightly. "We should get you a wheelchair. A bright orange one, that would be nice."

Sisky huffed and shifted, rustling her brightly colored t-shirt. "Fine, but with orange everyone would be able to find you no matter what."

"Oh yeah you're right," Sisky leaned forward a little unconsciously. "We should adopt you." She cackled.

"Maybe," Sisky smiled, "But you wouldn't be able to leave."

Sisky laughed, forgetting she was talking to someone who was trying to bathe himself. "Fine. I'll think of something else."

"Why?" Sisky blinked a few times. "Oh." She pushed herself away from the tub and faced away from him.

"Are you okay?" Sisky peeked over her shoulder as she held out a towel.

Sisky carefully put the towel over hips and groin before checking. "You've got to be careful."

"Um," Sisky bit her bottom lip and gently put her hand on his leg. "A little. It's not so bad." She grabbed the towel to press against the spot, forgetting that it was being used to cover him up.

"Oops," Sisky covered him back up and moved away for a moment to hide her bright red face against her knees.