CPOV

I know my mother pretty well, and I can tell when she has an idea forming in her head. This would be one of these times.

"What are you going to have her do mom?"

"I'm hoping she will be able to change your gauze. You and her have a good friendship forming, so I think it will work."

"Oh no Grace I can't do that. I don't have any medical training. I'll hurt Christian, or do it wrong and make him sicker." I can see the worry in her eyes, not the worry she'll injure me further, but like she's doing something wrong.

"Dear, Christian's ribs are still healing so he can't wrap the bandages himself. You're smart, educated, and a fast learner. You'll do fine. The items are already in the room, so I'll show you which order to remove and apply them."

As she and Ana talk, I'm only halfway listening. Ana's going to touch me. Ana's going to touch my chest and my back. I'm filled with a little anxiety, but more so with anticipation. Her soft hands probably work wonders when she massages a sore muscle, even covered by gloves.

"Alright, I wish you both the best but if it doesn't work, just call me and perhaps we can come up with another idea. I need to return to my floor. I'll stop by later to check in." She gently shuts the door and Ana is still standing at the foot of my bed looking shocked and a little worried.

"Christian, what she said makes a lot of sense, but I understand if you don't want to go through with this."

"No Ana, I trust you. Do you trust me?" Her sea blue eyes meet mine and soften a tad.

"Yes." A small smile takes over her face. "And if you feel uncomfortable, tell me to stop and we'll stop."

"Alright." My smile matches hers.

"We'll get you moved over to the side of the bed, with your legs hanging over and then we'll begin." She moves the covers as I slowly move my legs over the bed, until my feet touch the floor. She reaches behind me and gently unties my gown. I let it drape over my knees and put the supplies in my lap. My bandages wrap around my left arm like a three-quarter length sleeve, cut across diagonally over my chest, and wraps the whole lower half of my stomach. Ana comes around to my front and I notice she's blushing like crazy. So she likes what she sees. Well this is no time to be perverted.

"I'm going to remove the tape first. That shouldn't hurt. It will be the gauze that will probably sting and hurt the worst." Her empathetic eyes bore into mine and right now if she wasn't so concerned for me, I would kiss her. She gently places her hand against my lower abdomen where the tape begins. I don't feel any burning, but then again there are three layers dividing her hand from my skin. "Does this feel okay?"

"Yes," my response comes out barely above a whisper. She's so close; I can smell the fragrance she bathes with.

"Can you lift your arms please, just a little so I can work the bandage around?" She leans in closer, as if she's going to hug me, and begins to slowly remove the tape. Her head is on the side of mine and I'm getting a great view of her ass. I know I'll be going to hell for taking advantage of looking at her while she' bent over my body, but I'd gladly go. Her ass is perfectly shaped; I'd love to see her in just her underwear. Okay I have to focus on what she's doing so I don't end up with an erection while she's working on me. She's done with the tape and has thrown it away in the nearby trashcan.

"Okay, next is the gauze. Remember you can say stop at anytime and I will stop. Ready?" I nod as she takes the gauze and starts to pull it away. Within a few seconds it comes to one of my scrapes. It's angry red with a soft but tender pink middle, with traces of dried blood outlining it. This stings just like she said it would as she pulls it loose as gently as she can. "God Christian I'm sorry. Do you want me to stop?" She's now kneeling in front of me with her hand over one of my clenched ones.

"No, please continue. You're doing fine, it's just I'm not use to this feeling."

"Alright if you insist." She goes back to slowly peeling of the gauze, one wound at a time. I try to focus on her hot breath on my neck but then she gets to another lesion then all my concentration goes out the window. She gets to one at my chest that's really long and even before she's halfway across it, my hands fly up and grip her hips. She gasps and I instantly freeze.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"No it's okay. You can keep your hands there if you need to but please, don't go any higher. We're almost done with your chest anyway." I can hear the slight panic in her voice but she also sounds like she needs to be touched. Within another minute or two, we're finally done with that part of the process.

"Thank God for that. You did a good job Ana." She comes out of the bathroom with a washcloth, softly cups my face, and begins to wash my face.

"Thank you but you're sweating like crazy." She continues to wash my face until my grey eyes meet her icy blue ones. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes hold a sense of compassion, but something else I can't put my finger on. "We'll put the antibacterial ointment on now if that's okay with you."

"Yes Ana that's fine with me." She puts on a new pair of gloves and puts a small amount of cream in her hands. Starting at my arm she slowly goes over the sores one at a time spreading the cold ointment. It instantly makes my arm feel cool. It would feel heavenly if it were her bare hand spreading the cream over my arm. I also notice she's tenderly massaging my muscle too as she spreads it around.

"Are you doing okay Christian? Are you comfortable with this?"

"Yes Anastasia, it feels divine." I hear her giggle softy more to herself, I think.

"Alright then. I'm moving onto your back now. Again if you feel you need to stop, just tell me."

"Don't stop Ana." She starts at my shoulders and works down, getting every cut and mildly massaging it. My eyes are close and my breathing has become labored but not because I'm scared. I crave her touch now. How is it that this woman, who came into my life 24 hours ago, is able to touch me without me screaming and pushing her away? Even Leila wasn't allowed to touch me.

"Time for your chest. Can you lean back a little please?" Yes baby, anything for you. I lean back slightly and she again starts at my shoulders. I accidentally let out a moan and she freezes.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No Ana, please don't stop. Your touch has a healing effect to it."

"Well I'm very happy I'm helping instead of hurting you more."

"You'd only hurt me if you stop."

"I'm not doing that anytime soon." But all to soon, she's done spreading the balm all over me and is placing the new gauze and tape back over my upper body. "Well I might not be an expert but I'd say that road rash is clearing up really well. You might get to switch over to just first aid bandages by the end of the week."

"Well thanks to nurse Ana, I'd be happy with that." She giggles as she helps me cover back up and helps ease me back into bed.

"I'm just glad I had a patient with a lot of patience." I chuckle and I see her face light up. "I'm going to grab my lunch and come back up and join you. Don't go anywhere."

"Not planning on it." She shuts the door and I already miss her. I'm leaving tomorrow at 9, how am I going to see her again? I can't stand the thought of going back to an empty house without her. And I certainly wont let another person touch or help me. I have to think of something and fast!