A Diamond with Scars

Bandages & Scars

It took a good chunk of time, but Anya was able to get Mark standing using the crutches. He was panting heavily once he was able to finally even just stand up. A simple task drained him completely. The words of encouragement never ceased with Anya. After ensuring he was balanced, she assisted him into the showerchair. All the while a crowd watched from the windows facing the nurses' station. Everyone was astounded that she had gotten him to do anything. Lisa smiled mischievously, she KNEW Anya would get him moving. The nurses whispered their astonishment in the quick turnabout in Mark. They wondered how it was that she was able to get him out of the bed so fast.

Lisa continued to smile, "I think there might be more to this." She noted the look Mark had when he first saw Anya. "I believe there may be some love at first sight workings going on." The thought pleased the older woman very much.

Anya gave Mark a few moments to regain his strength while she went to gather some supplies for him to use in the shower. Luckily he still had on a hospital gown so it would be easier for him to undress and shower without any help. Getting clothes on him would require some help from one of the aids. She was a bit confused when no one offered to assist her with the initial transfer. It didn't matter, she was able to do it herself anyway. Returning to his room with towels from the warmer and some toiletries, Anya grabbed one of the outfits his brothers had brought. She was curious to see how he felt once he had a hot shower and a good meal.

Mark sighed slightly as he gathered his thoughts while his therapist set up the shower room for him. He was just sitting here on some weird chair that looked like a bedside commode. He felt really embarrassed to be in this position. Then the thought crossed his mind. Was she going to help him shower? That was the last thing he wanted help with. But in the same notion, he would enjoy having her wash his back. He glanced up from the spot on the floor he was staring at to see her bending over in the closet where his personal belongings were. Damn. He thought and realized he was now staring at her ass. Then he noticed her shirt had risen in the back to reveal a small patch of deep scars on her spine. What had caused those? Aside from the scars and the fine shape of her ass, he also finally took notice to the half sleeve she was sporting on her right arm. Blues and greens swirled in a cosmic water pattern surrounding an intricate mermaid. Now that was cool. He did like women with tattoos. Lori never had any, said they weren't professional. He was now realizing how much of a stuck up bitch she was.

"Alrighty. I am going to get you in the shower, and leave you to it for as long as you need. A hot shower can really make you feel human again." She stated as she set everything on a small table near the wheel in shower. Everything would be accessible to him. "I will wheel you in and you can do your thing. I will look to see about breakfast then we are going to have OT fit you for your prosthetic today." Anya knelt down in front of him, not really taking much notice to the fact that he was completely bare under that thin fabric covering his manhood.

Given the nature of her job, Mark assumed this was no different than helping anyone else in the hospital. All professional. "What are you doing?" he questioned as to why she was kneeling between his legs. It wasn't until she held up some scissors that he realized what she was doing.

"I need to unwrap your bandages. I should make sure you are actually healed before I go hunting Margie down for the fitting." Anya made quick work of her task. It wasn't really her job to do wounds but it was quicker than calling for someone else to do it. She was more than capable. "Hm..." she examined the stump beneath his knee. "Honestly...I am surprised how well it has healed." She smiled up at him. "I get a lot of people who require a lot more time before they are ready, but you healed very well. Probably because you are young and fit." Or at least he was. He was a shadow of his former self. If only she had been able to see him before the accident. He still had some of his muscle but it had started to deteriorate.

Mark watched her examining his leg. She was way different than Lori had been. In all aspects. Lori was tall, dark haired, very fit, stern and cutthroat. Anya was the total opposite of her. The only thing they shared was their determination. Although Mark could tell Anya did it for the better of others, not like Lori who only thought of herself and how she would gain. "Try to give the skin on the upper area here a good scrubbin'." She showed him. "There is a lot of dead skin that we want to get rid of before we fit you." Standing back up with a slight grimace as she straightened her back. Mark frowned when he took notice. "A-also." she let out a soft, yet sharp breath." She went to his arm and unwrapped that as well, "This is pretty deep." Anya's soft fingers held his arm gently as she scanned over the deep wound from the second bullet that had bit him. "This will take awhile to heal, but it doesn't look infected." a small sigh of relief escaped her and she grabbed some plastic cling wrap. "But we don't want this to get wet, it can harbor bacteria."

"Anything else?" Mark asked a bit dryly. He honestly wanted to get this over with, increasing the embarrassment of being bathed by someone.

Anya walked around the chair and began to push him into the large shower room. "Nope, just pull that cord there if you need anything. I do a lot, but I ain't washing you." she gave a smirk. "You aren't an invalid."

Mark felt his lip twitch and a crooked smile formed, "But I thought I was getting special treatment?" He gave a fake pout. That was the first time he had laughed since he had been at the hospital. It also didn't help that his mind was having dirty thoughts about her already. He was a man after all, and she was attractive. Even if she wasn't the sort he had ever gone after. He preferred toned and tall, dark haired women and dark eyes for the longest time. Independent, strong willed, self sufficient, and self confident. Women like Lori. Anya was the opposite. While he imagined she was very strong willed and independent, she also seemed the type of woman who should have a man to keep her safe and protect her. Not to say she was weak, not in the slightest. Mark imagined she would love to be cuddled and held. To have a man to wipe away her tears and kiss her to make her feel better. Anya was not someone who hid her emotions. No. Anya wore them on her sleeve. Someone who didn't think she was in the same league as other women, never gave herself enough credit. That much he could gather. And it turned him on.