Slippery Slope

Argh.

I wake up, unfamiliar bed, unfamiliar room and as I try moving it all comes flooding back to me.

Harry the klutz strikes again!

I'm in the last year of 6th form and currently on a skiing trip with school only I managed to wrap myself round a tree yesterday and after 4 hours in the medical centre have a badly twisted ankle and my shoulder had dislocated but was now back in but painful as hell.

Me and 15 other kids plus 5 teachers on our last bit of fun before final exams

It's February school holidays and I've just turned 18.

We are in a chalet designed for school trips, 2 dorms with bunks, one for girls and one for boys plus single teacher rooms, I had to relocate to a teacher room last night as I couldn't get into a bunk with my shoulder and ankle.

A tap on the door and Mr Tomlinson peeps his head round, he looked after me so well last night. He came with me to the medical centre, stayed with me, rang my mum, calmed her down, helped me back, he was amazingly good last night! He's been great fun too, I really like him. He's made sure we have had something to entertain us at night, games, quizzes, he has a bubbly personality and everyone likes him. He's the only male teacher on the trip and has to stay with me today whilst the others go on a trip to Zurich,  I feel so bad for him but I can't go and I can't stay alone so..

My mum was going to come out but Mr Tomlinson told her I was fine and not to trail out and a nurse will go back with me on the plane tomorrow thanks to the insurance so it's all good but for now I have to try and get out of this bed

'You ok Harry?'

Mr T enquires coming into the room. 

'It's killing me today sir'

I complain.

He laughs

'well you did fall spectacularly didn't you?'

His cheeky grin making his blue eyes crinkle.

I look up embarrassed at him,

'I know don't remind me, my mum always says I'm a klutz and it's true.'

I'm dying for the loo and need help hobbling around on my busted ankle so accept Mr T's help to get me mobile.

I guide him to my clean clothes and he places them in the bathroom for me, he then comes to mobilise me.

He's smaller than me yet strong and sturdy his touch gentle yet steady and he has me upright in no time, I shuffle to the bathroom and sort out my needs in there.

Standing in the shower with a twisted ankle proves difficult and trying to wash my hair with one hand even worse but after a few mishaps I'm done and out, hold the towel with my busted arm and wrap it low round my hips, hair hung in wet curls I try and dry my back, but it's difficult with one good arm, I open the door,

'sir, could you just..?' and offer him a towel. 

'I can't dry my back with one arm.'

His face colours red and he stutters a bit,

'umm errr ok Harry.'

I turn and feel his hands drying my back, it's nice, no ones dried me since I was a little kid and it feels good, comforting. The towel round my hips begins to slip and I grab for it but although my front bits stay covered my arse is out. 

'oh god sorry sir,'

I blush.

My back is to him so I can't see his face but I hear him gasp, I've embarrassed him now, damn.