Bathroom
Very early one morning, Lucien was awoken by a loud knock at his bedroom door. His head was pounding from a late night of drinking. He grumbled something unintelligible.
Taking that as an invitation to enter, Jean opened the door. "Lucien, I'm sorry to bother you, but the hot water isn't working in my bathroom upstairs. Can I try yours?"
Lucien grumbled a little more and rolled over in bed.
Jean recognized a terrible hangover when she saw it. "Right." She clutched her dressing gown closed and walked past his bed and into the bathroom, closing the door tight behind her.
The sound of the water eventually woke Lucien to some semblance of consciousness. He sat up and put his face in his hands, trying to make the pounding stop.
Jean finished washing up but paused before opening the door leading back to Lucien's bedroom. In her frustration with having no water, she hadn't fully thought through what she was doing.
She heard pained groaning and couldn't help but half-smile. He'd been up very late drinking. Usually she tried to stay up and listen for the sounds of him going to bed, or else checking on him and helping him get to bed when he couldn't do it himself. But she hadn't helped him last night. He'd gotten himself to bed before Jean came to cut off his drinking. And now he was paying for it.
Lucien barely looked up when the bathroom door opened. All of a sudden, a cool cloth was placed on his forehead. "Oh my, thank you, Jean."
She held the wet towel to his face, gently helping him to lie back down. "You don't have any patients until later this afternoon. I'll bring you some tea and a bit of breakfast a little later. Just rest for now," she told him soothingly.
"Bless you, Jean," he mumbled reverently.
"Thank you for letting me use your bathroom. I'll call a plumber to fix the water in mine sometime today," she replied. As he settled back to sleep, she left the cloth on his forehead, leaning over to place a small kiss on his hairline.