Minka felt her stomach drop.
She'd never been naked in front of anyone.
Now, Michael Myers was staring at her body as though she were made out of diamonds. She brought her hands up to her chest and swallowed hard, but his eyes continued to brand her.
She became aware of his fingertips trailing down her belly, studying each curve. When he reached the top of her panties, he stopped and looked at her, as if asking permission.
"I c-can leave them on," She breathed, goosebumps rising all over her skin despite the humid room. Michael nodded, obsidian hair falling across his brow, and lifted her from the ground. She winced, each little jostle creating ripples of pain.
The nurse nearly moaned with relief when he lowered her into the warm water. Immediately, the terrible events of the past two days drifted far from memory. Her wound stung, but it was a mere memory of pain. Her body molded to the bottom of the tub, and Michael slipped his hands out from underneath her.
With the calming water came the renewal of her unbearable fatigue; lost in exhaustion, she let her hands rest on her legs and closed her eyes. Slipping in and out of consciousness, she began to think about Michael.
If he were to speak, what would it sound like?
She imagined his voice would be velvety, deep, commanding. Lulling...
Michael watched her eyes close and her body relax. Beneath the water, he could see the outlines of her most beautiful features.
Full of shame and confusion, he turned away quickly and grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the sink and a wash rag underneath it.
The room began to smell of the candle's sweet, sugar cookie perfume. It only added to the tension he felt in every part of his body. Michael knelt on the floor and reached for Minka's shoulder. Her chocolate eyes fluttered open.
"W-what is it?" She asked softly, her head tilting towards him; she looked surprised.
"Y-you're going to wash...my hair?" He nodded, keeping his eyes above her neck at all costs. She moved a bit, making the water slosh against the porcelain, then closed her eyes. Michael put his hand under the water and behind her neck, giving her a little nudge. She understood, and allowed him to wet her bloody hair.
When he let go and went for the bottle of shampoo, the nurse let out a whine.
"Who are you...who are you, M-Michael? Why..." She was talking to herself more than him, and he would have liked to give her an answer.
But he didn't know who he was or why. He never cared before but the more he lingered on it, the more he wanted to know. He wasn't normal.