[ He wouldn't dream of anything else but bedrest, but he doesn't get a chance to say that before Kostya hits him with something straight out of a wet dream, and he's really, really glad that he's too exhausted and sore and poisoned for getting a hard-on to be a concern right now.
(He'll think about it later, though, when Kostya's out of the house. How could he not?) ]
You won't have to. I've never been so tired in my life. If it weren't for the mask I'd already be bathed and in bed.
[ And really, he wishes that he could just skip to the in bed part, but he knows that he needs to get clean, unpleasant though the prospect may be. Just thinking about it feels like standing at the foot of a mountain one must climb and staring up at the peak, and he's not quite sure how he'll get there. He doesn't have the muscular strength to go through all of the steps required to get clean. He wants to rest. He also feels bad about the prospect of getting the bed filthy, knowing that Kostya will have to take care of it eventually. ]
Could you... Bring me a wet washcloth? Maybe I can just wipe off here.
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(He'll think about it later, though, when Kostya's out of the house. How could he not?) ]
You won't have to. I've never been so tired in my life. If it weren't for the mask I'd already be bathed and in bed.
[ And really, he wishes that he could just skip to the in bed part, but he knows that he needs to get clean, unpleasant though the prospect may be. Just thinking about it feels like standing at the foot of a mountain one must climb and staring up at the peak, and he's not quite sure how he'll get there. He doesn't have the muscular strength to go through all of the steps required to get clean. He wants to rest. He also feels bad about the prospect of getting the bed filthy, knowing that Kostya will have to take care of it eventually. ]
Could you... Bring me a wet washcloth? Maybe I can just wipe off here.