Tavros leaned forward in his chair to pull the still-warm clothes out of the dryer, folding them and setting them in the laundry basket on his lap. He started off, trying to balance the basket while wheeling himself. Not easy, but so long in the chair had made him adjust to such tasks.

He had helped Vriska stand and shakily walk to the bathroom. She could walk, of course; she had to use the bathroom sometimes, after all, but it must have been quite difficult, judging from how heavily she had to lean on his chair as he wheeled over to the bathroom with her. She mumbled that she could bathe herself, and Tavros didn't argue that. He waited outside the door as she undressed, hearing quite a bit of cursing and bumping into things, until she cracked the door and slipped her borth-covered pajamas through the crack. Tavros slid a change of clothes (jeans and a shirt, opposed to PJ's) through the door for when she was done. He took the clothes over to the laundry room, hearing the water start as he wheeled out.

He had come back to check on her after putting the clothes in the washer; he was worried for her. It sounded like she had to drag herself around on the floor in there; even leaning on his chair, her legs had been shaky and uncooperative. He had offered to get a female to assist her, and she had wildly and angrily shaken her head, growling a "NO!" He didn't push it; she obviously still didn't want others help. It made him wonder again why she had accepted his and not any others.

He had sat in the room for the most part, reading or answering to "how's it going?" messages on his phone. He heard the occasional thump, accompanied by "fuck!" from the bathroom, and would call out tentatively, asking if she needed help, and he would get a weary "no, I'm fine." After about forty-five minutes, the shower shut off, and after fifteen minutes more of curses, thumps, and a padding noise that was probably her crawling across the floor to the counter to get her clothes change, Vriska, clothed, a towel draped over her shoulders to keep her damp hair from soaking her back, opened the door, leaning heavily on the knob to stand.

Tavros wheeled over, offering her the back of his chair. Vriska held onto it as they made their way back to the bed. Her legs seemed worse than before, and he moved slowly for her. Reaching the bed, Vriska sat down, giving Tavros a tired smile as he sat next to her.

"Let me tell you, that was the most challenging shower I've ever taken."

Tavros grinned in response, deciding not to say anything. He didn't want to say anything that might make her feel like he was making a jab at her, and no response seemed suitable. "I bet," or "I would think so!" all seemed unlikely to be well-received by her.

Instead, he eyed her hair. It was clean now, but didn't seem any less tangled. He reached over, gently tugging at a lock of it, looking at her.

"We should probably do something about this before it gets so matted you need to cut it."

Vriska groaned. "Tav, you said I need to eat and I could go back to sleep. I'm too damn tired to do shit with my hair."

"You can go to sleep after eating, but at leat let me brush it out while you eat."

Vriska looked over at him, a mix of suspicious and confused. "After my proving I've got the motor skills of a toddler, I figured you were gonna insist on spoon-feeding me or something."

"I did consider that, but I figured you'd hate that. So, I got this," he said, reaching over to the bedside table, taking the now-warm broth and a straw, unscrewing the top and slipping the straw in before offering it to Vriska. She took it, cupping her hands around it, staring at Tavros.

"The broth is still warm, but at a temperature where it won't melt the straw or anything. I figured you'd prefer this to me feeding you; you said you hated being babied," he said.

She stared down at the thermos in her hands, face blank. She raised her knees a bit, lifting the thermos to rest on them, angling the straw towards herself and taking a sip. Her arms did shake a bit, along with her knees at being forced to undergo any type of labor, but she wasn't spilling it all over herself now.

She glanced over at Tavros, giving him a tentative smile.

"…Thank you."

He smiled back. "No problem. Do you want help with your hair?"

"…Alright. There's a brush in that drawer."

Tavros tugged himself farther onto the bed after getting the brush, sitting behind Vriska, brushing out her still-damp hair. They sat in silence as he worked on her hair and she sipped on the straw. Her hair was a challenge, but he didn't mind. Though he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he liked the way it smelled; soapy and clean. He was almost disappointed when he finished untangling it.

He got her to drink about half the water bottle with the straw as well, before she pushed it away, insisting she was hydrated enough. He relented, and she burrowed under the covers, looking exhausted.

"Get some good rest, kay?" Tavros said, scooting back to the edge of the bed, lifting himself back into his chair. Vriska snorted.

"Don't worry, I will. There's no way I'm not gonna fall asleep." She replied.

Tavros smiled, again opting not to say anything she might not interpret as he meant. He started out of the room, pausing when he heard a "Hey, Tavros?"

"Yeah?" He asked, turning back toward her.

"…Thanks. For everything."

He smiled, and replied, "No problem. Want the light off?"

"Yeah."

"Night, Vriska."

"Night."

Now he wheeled himself back to her room, opening the door quietly and setting the basket with the clothes in the room just next to the door. He glanced over at her sleeping form in the darkness. He could hear a few mumbles from her as she shifted slightly, and he smiled, quietly wheeling out of the room.

He swore he could feel a blush on his face as he closed the door.

Catz: Past four chapters: 'Where did Catz go? This person actually updates on time.'

This chapter: "Found her.'

Sorry not sorry. On the other hand, look at this wow. It's got how Vriska's got to be independent and such main plot points. And Tavros blushed~

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