After they finished the session Jack staggered over to the cushioned chair in the corner of the room and sank into it tiredly. "That was good," he gasped, out of breath as he rubbed at his face with a towel. Sarah grinned as she rolled up the mats, before grabbing the crutch from the bed where Jack had left it when the session had begun.
"Hey," she said , her tone semi-stern as she waved the crutch in the air, "you might be feeling better but don't you dare try and get about on your own," she lectured as she passed him the item, "we both know it will set you back, and then I'll be annoyed and you will be grumpy, so lets not even go there," she said, giving in and laughing when she saw the curious smirk on Jacks face.
"Sure," he answered, and Sarah was instantly suspicious by his sudden ability to be co-operative.
"Not that I don't trust you Jack," she said light heartedly, "but I'm going to have a word with your family anyway; that way I know for certain you will continue to use it when I'm not around."
Jack rolled his eyes, "thanks for the vote of confidence," he said in a squeaky voice, mimicking her.
" Anyway, enough about business," she said, crossing her arms over her chest subconsciously as she started, unknowingly preparing herself for the battle which would come. Jack noticed and it made him smile knowingly. "I came up on my side of the deal, now its your turn."
"Can I take a shower first?" He asked innocently.
"No! I already waited two hours, I wanna talk now Jack," she said, almost sternly.
"Well I'm really sweaty and its uncomfortable and I can't concentrate properly on the conversation so…"
He grinned as he saw Sarah's face turn into a scowl. "What is it about men and excuses," she muttered under her breath as she gave in and headed over to carefully undo the bandages covering his foot.
"Thanks," he said, his voice now soft, it held non of the earlier hints of amusement. Sarah knew the process of taking the thick bandages off would be painful, so she used the opportunity to perform a brief examination of the limb while she was at it.
"Okay," she said minutes later, Jack opened his eyes again, "its looking good. Very good. As long as you keep using the crutch I'm sure we will make definite progress."
Jack couldn't help but grin as he struggled to his feet, keeping almost all of his weight from his bad foot. He was about to take a step when Sarah reminded him about the crutch, and so he begrudgingly placed his arm around it, using it to hold his weight.
"Are you deaf?" Sarah asked sarcastically, "because I am sure I just told you that if you use the crutch you will get better faster. I'm sure its not rocket science Jack, but please, if you don't understand just tell me and maybe we can find something in picture form to help you understand."
Jack rolled his eyes again, "I forgot okay. I was just testing it, see how it felt without the bandages. I'm not gonna do anything stupid," he said as he slowly made his way to the bathroom which was joined on to his room.
"Jack," Sarah called after him. He stopped and turned around, a smile flickered over his face. "Yes Sarah," he replied in an overly formal tone.
"Make sure it's a bath and not a shower," she paused as she saw the look of annoyance cross his face, "I don't know about you but I sure as hell don't wanna go back to giving you sponge baths."
A loud laugh forced its way out of Jack as he turned and headed back to the bathroom, "Well in that case," he said slowly, Sarah almost thought he was going to opt for the shower, "a bath it is!" He finished mockingly, Sarah shook her head in amusement as he headed into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself. She didn't leave his room until she was certain the water she could hear was coming from the taps and not the shower.