Dr. Fry

Suddenly the pressure on her chest lessened.

“There, you should have told me it unclasped in the back. Then, I wouldn’t have wasted time trying to find something to cut it!”

She could tell he was frustrated again.

“Sorry, I didn’t think about it. Thank you.”

Turning, she realized he was on his knees facing her.

He stared at her for a moment, and she licked her dry lips. The movement drew his eyes, and he quickly looked away as he stood up.

“I’ll add some warm water to the tub. Why don’t you try freeing your left hand.”

Purity couldn’t grab the bra with her hurt wrist and hand.

“I need some help, I think.”

“Why? Is your right hand broken or something?”

She pulled it out from under the sheet and looked at it, “I’m not sure, but it hurts to move my wrist.”

Lasci turned around and looked at her, “You aren’t sure? Fine, let me take a look.”

She held her arm, and he grabbed her hand roughly, making her wince.

“It’s swollen.”

He let go gently.

“Alright, turn around.”

She hesi