Sheldon let his left arm slip under Amy's back and his right arm under the hollows of her knees and lifted her. He adjusted her head to rest on his arm but the pill seemed to have knocked her out so much, that she didn't even react on this bumpy action.

Sheldon looked down on his girlfriend and sighed. She was indeed doing a very dangerous job with all the vindictive monkeys.

He carefully carried her over to Leonard's room. When the movie had been over, he had changed the sheets and pulled the blanket back, ready to place the woman he desired there.

He gently laid her down and pulled his arms back. Amy grumbled a little and moved her head, her eyebrows pulled down.

Sheldon bit his lip and sat down next to her then. „Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur…"

Amy smiled, sighed and seemed to relax again.

„Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr…"

He smiled proudly when he realized Amy had fallen back asleep. Nothing like a good get-well-song!

Just when he raised from the bed and wanted to leave, he realized Amy was still dressed. Oh, great! Now that would be hard without waking her up.

He looked at her outfit and tried to figure out which cloth was the easiest to remove. He came to the conclusion that it was her skirt.

He grabbed it by the end and slowly pulled it down. No reaction from Amy. He pulled a little harder. Still no reaction. The skirt came off.

Sheldon grinned satisfied and put the skirt on the little shelf at the end of the bed.

Then he moved up and unbuttoned her cardigan. But how could he pull it off without waking her up? It was impossible.

Sheldon bit his lip. He was too afraid of getting his nose broken, so he decided to inform Amy about undressing her.

„Amy?", he whispered.

She took a deep breath.

„Amy, I'm gonna take off your cardigan now, okay?"

„Mhmmm…"

Sheldon raised her upper body a little and pulled her arms out of the cloth. Then he placed it on the shelf.

„And now your blouse"

He unbuttoned it and raised her again to also help her out of it. After placing it on the shelf as well, he turned back.

There she was. Lying on the bed, half naked, just dressed in black underwear. Sheldon walked back next to her and sat down. He once had heard that sleeping in a bra was very uncomfortable and he needed Amy to rest well. She needed it to get well again.

„Amy… now your bra"

„Mhm"

Sheldon raised her again and fiddled around with the hooks of her bra for a few seconds, then he laid her back down. He turned his head away and pulled the bra off. Then he placed it on the shelf, took the blanket and pulled it up to Amy. He checked if she was still sleeping tight and as he realized she was, he took a short glance at her breasts, before he pulled the blanket over them.

Amy woke up to the smell of French toast… and loud voices. Her senses had to clear before she could even understand what was so loud outside the room.

„You cannot go in there, Leonard, Amy is still sleeping!"

„But it's my room!"

Leonard's high pitched voice showed that Sheldon must have argued with him for some time already.

Amy slipped back a little and sat up. The blanket slipped down and she realized her upper body was naked. Her jaw dropped. What had happened last night? How did she get out of her clothes? Was it Sheldon…?

The door bursted open and Amy managed to pull the blanket back up just a second before Leonard was in the room.

„HOW CAN YOU OPEN THE DOOR LIKE THAT, AMY IS…"

„…awake", completed Leonard his best friend's sentence.

Sheldon's head appeared from the side. „Good morning, Amy."

„Good morning, Sheldon. Good morning, Leonard." Amy nodded.

„I'm really sorry, I just need my inhaler" Leonard walked over to his nightstand, opened the little drawer, and pulled his inhaler out.

Then he turned around and walked back to the door.

„Leonard?"

„Yes?" He turned around.

Amy smiled. „Thanks for letting me stay here"

„You're welcome" Leonard nodded towards her and walked out of his room.

„Not that I had much of a choice anyway", he mumbled before leaving the apartment.

Amy let herself slide down deeper into the warm water that was filled with crackling foam. Sheldon had suggested a bath but this time he had asked her if she managed to get in alone. She had agreed. She knew how uncomfortable Sheldon was with body contact and nudity and both combined would have probably killed him, even though he had bathed her before. But Amy felt like she owed him something.

She sighed deeply and grabbed the bottle of shampoo Penny had gotten her. She was glad she had her friends. Penny had gone out to get tons of stuff for Amy. Shampoo, conditioner, hairspray, bodylotion, a shaver…

Amy realized it would be quite hard to wash her hair. She had to concentrate on not slipping in too far, her left casted leg was hanging out oft he bathtub, pillowed on the surface.

„Ugh", she mumbled.

Knock knock kock.

„Amy"

Knock knock knock.

„Amy"

Knock knock knock.

„Amy"

She froze in her movement. He must have heard her. Had he been standing in front oft he bathroom door the whole time just in case she needed help?

„Come in" Amy shouted, slipping so deep into the bathtub, that all the foam covered everything except her face.

The door opened and Sheldon gazed in. „May I offer my help?"

„Well, I can't really wash my hair"

Sheldon dared to step in fully and closed the door behind him.

He grabbed a little stool and sat down behind the bathtub. Amy handed him the shampoo bottle.

Sheldon pushed some of the shampoo out of the bottle into his left hand.

„Any progress on the String Theory?" Amy randomly asked.

Little did she know Sheldon looked up astonished. He hadn't known she had ever cared for that.

„Well yeah, I managed to prove a fundamental factor lately…" He spread the shampoo in both his hands and then started massaging Amy's head, carefully washing her long hair.

„That is great!" Amy smiled and enjoyed his touch once again.

It was silent while Sheldon proceeded spreading the shampoo on her head. Amy closed her eyes and sighed.

Sheldon saw the foam move and could tell her female curves right under it. He swallowed and looked back onto her head. She looked different with her glasses off and wet hair. „Is it okay like that?"

„Oh yes, very well. I should break my leg more often" Amy jokingly replied.

„Oh God, no!" Sheldon answered, realizing she could misunderstand that again. „I mean, not that I don't like caring for you but I don't want you injured again!"

Amy smiled and nodded.

Sheldon was done with the shampoo so he randomly started brushing her hair with his fingers. It felt amazingly soft. „This shampoo smells really nice"

„Yes. It's peach scent. Penny thinks it fits me."

„It does"

Amy closed her eyes again and bent her right leg. Sheldon swallowed as he saw her naked knee and thigh, shiningly wet with little drops running down. He tried to calm down. This was ridiculous. She was just a naked woman, just like every other naked woman. And what was there to nudity that was exciting? Nothing. A few squaremeters of skin, some veins, some nerves… just like everyone.

His logical thinking lowered that strange feeling that had boiled up in him. He uttered a relieved breath.

Then he grabbed the shower head and started to rinse Amy's hair till all the shampoo was gone.

„Sheldon, could you do me a favor and help me up?" Amy turned her head to see his reaction but his facial expression was blank.

„Of course"

He got up, stood next to the bathtub and stretched his arms out. Amy grabbed his hands and pulled herself up. Sheldon closed his eyes.

For a second Amy thought about asking him if she wasn't pretty enough for him to look at her but she swallowed the question down and just reached for the towel Sheldon handed her. She wrapped it around herself and got out of the bathtub. At least she tried to.

Her scream filled the room, as she slipped and fell right into Sheldon's arms. He opened his eyes immediately and caught her, holding her firmly against him. „Are you okay, Amy?"

„I… I think so", she replied, putting her feet back on the floor. She would have been able to stand on her own again, but Sheldon still clung onto her like she was about to drown in the deep dark sea.

Amy realized that her wet arms and her wet hair had left some patches on Sheldon's shirt. Usually he'd probably freak out about stuff like that and run off to change. But he did nothing. He just stood there, holding her firmly, looking at her with a worried expression on his face.

„I'm okay, Sheldon", she reassured him with a deep look into his eyes.

He slowly let go of her, still held his arms out though just in case she'd slip again.

Amy limped over to the stool, placed it in front of the mirror and sat down, before grabbing the blowdryer. „I'm alright, really."

„I am still not going anywhere, Amy Farrah Fowler. I could never forgive myself if you would fall just because I am wasting my time in another room."

Amy shook her head but smiled. She turned on the blowdryer and started blowing her hair. She was concentrated on this, until she realized Sheldon's concentrated and amazed look through the mirror.

Apparently he seemed to like what he saw.

Amy decided to get a little more into this and ran her hand through her hair, brushing it a little here and there, tousling it from time to time.

Sheldon couldn't look away.

There she was. Amy Farrah Fowler, just in a towel, without glasses and her long half-wet hair was wavy and the tips tickled her naked back. Sheldon didn't know why but he just wanted to stare. It seemed unreal, like someone had pushed him into the scene of a movie.

Just when Amy turned off the blowdryer his senses seemed to get back together and he woke up from his trance.

„Alright Sheldon, I need to get dressed now" Amy turned around on the stool.

Sheldon understood. He nodded and left the bathroom.