Petty thief

Three: Bathroom Mishap

The giant finally stopped and set me on his palm, seemingly taken aback by my unfortunate predicament. "H-hey I'm sorry bud I-"

My feeble, nauseous state left me unable to respond to the giant's apology. I laid on his palm, shivering and miserable, the remnants of my unfortunate ordeal staining the table below me. My body felt weak, and every movement sent waves of dizziness and discomfort washing over me.

Realizing that I was still in a terrible state, the giant gently scooped me up in his palm again, careful not to cause further distress. He then carried me toward another room. Every step he took felt like a tumultuous journey for my tiny, frail body.

As he entered the tiled room it felt like I entered a new world I couldn't believe my eyes. "By the heavens," I mumbled to myself, "what manner of place is this? The walls were covered in smooth, gleaming tiles, and there were strange, sleek fixtures and the dazzling array of objects left me utterly bewildered.

My confusion deepened as the giant approached a shiny, metallic object attached to what resembled a basin.

He placed me gently on the cool, smooth surface of the counter. The coldness of the surface sent a shiver through my already frail body. "Just hold on, Ima go get a washcloth, ok?" The giant's words barely registered in my disoriented state. I simply nodded weakly, still struggling to comprehend the astonishing surroundings. This place was like a realm from another world.

Soon, the giant returned, he was holding two soft washcloths that seemed larger than my entire body. They were like vast pieces of fabric to me, and I couldn't fathom how I could even manage to use them. The giant, however, seemed to have a plan. He carefully folded one of the washcloths into a smaller size, making it more manageable for me. It was a kind gesture, and I appreciated his consideration for my tiny stature.

The giant's efforts to fold the washcloth into a more manageable size were appreciated, but my attention was soon diverted by his next action. He approached the gleaming, metallic object and reached for a small knob. With a twist, he turned it, and suddenly, a rush of water erupted from the faucet.

I let out a startled yelp and instinctively jumped back, my heart racing. The sight of water gushing out so suddenly and unexpectedly filled me with fear and confusion. I had never seen anything like this in my life, and I couldn't comprehend where the water was coming from.

The giant noticed my reaction and quickly shut off the faucet, trying to reassure me. "Hey, it's okay," he said, his voice soothing but still incomprehensible in my current state. He reached out a massive hand and pointed to the faucet, then to the sink, as if trying to explain.

I stared at the faucet, still wary and unsure. The giant turned the faucet on again, this time more slowly, allowing a gentle stream of water to flow into the basin. He pointed at it and then at me as if encouraging me to approach.

With cautious curiosity, I inched closer to the edge of the counter, my tiny legs trembling. The sight of the water flowing calmly into the sink was a stark contrast to the earlier rush, and I began to understand that it wasn't a threat.

As I cautiously approached the edge of the counter, my curiosity overcame my initial fear. The gentle stream of water flowing into the sink now seemed more inviting than daunting. I watched as the clear liquid shimmered and sparkled under the soft glow of the room's lights.

The giant smiled warmly as he saw me inch closer to the sink. I tentatively dipped one of my tiny hands into the warm water, feeling the liquid gently surround my fingers. It was a surreal experience, but I couldn't deny the soothing sensation it provided.

However, my newfound sense of fascination soon led to an unexpected mishap. As I leaned in to get a closer look at the water's surface, my balance wavered on the edge of the counter. With a sudden and uncontrolled movement, I slipped and tumbled headfirst into the warm water below.

In that frantic instant, my world turned upside down. I let out a panicked, shriek as I plunged into the liquid, my tiny body completely submerged. Panic surged through me as I struggled to resurface, my tiny arms flailing in the water. It was a terrifying and urgent moment as I fought to stay afloat, desperately gasping for air.

My heart raced as I struggled to keep my tiny body afloat. Everything around me was a chaotic swirl of liquid and bubbles, and I couldn't discern which way was up. Panic threatened to consume me as I fought to reach the surface and gasped for air.

The giant's distorted face continued to hover above me as he quickly moved to turn off the faucet, realizing the danger I was in. With gentle but swift movements, he carefully scooped me out of the water and held me in his hands. The giant's expression was a mix of concern and guilt as he gently lifted me out of the sink. "Hey! Are you ok?" He asked as he lightly nudged my head.

I shivered uncontrollably, then sighed. My heart pounded, as I coughed and sputtered. Once I had coughed up most of the water and could breathe more easily, the giant placed me on a dry section of the counter. I sat there, trembling and utterly soaked, feeling a mixture of relief and embarrassment.

The giant, his concern evident, quickly fetched the folded washcloth from earlier and gently offered it to me. Although it was still relatively large for my tiny size, I appreciated the gesture. I wrapped myself in the soft fabric, feeling a bit more comfortable as it absorbed the excess water from my drenched clothes. 

"Thanks," I said plainly, although I would have liked to have given a more expressive thank you, I barely had enough energy to sit up, let alone have a whole conversation.