"Please I need to have my bath," Clinton said again as he noticed Elizabeth's sudden quietness.
"Please just get me into the washroom," he added and started to help himself out of the bed.
On impulse, Elizabeth rushed to him and started to help him. Clinton allowed her without any form of resistance.
Elizabeth led him into the bathroom. Her heart kept on beating against her chest on what she feared was about to happen. She gently helped him into the bathtub and also brought his bathing sponge and soap. She wanted to provide him with all that he would be needing after which he would run off.
But she noticed a major problem. The shower is built up and can only be reached by Clinton if he stood up but then there's no way Clinton can stand up unless he would fall and hurt himself since he can barely see and his feet ain't strong enough to be on it's own.
Elizabeth was confused on what to do. Staying to watch Clinton have his bath is really something she is not sure of handling.
Then an idea came to her.
She quickly took a bucket and filled it with water. Then she drew it with Clinton's sponge and soap close to the bathtub. "Everything is set," she said to a quiet Clinton who hasn't said a word since they entered the bathroom.
"Can you help get the sponge and soap into my hands?" Clinton asked, opening his hands wide to take his sponge and soap from Elizabeth.
Elizabeth placed them into his hands and stepped back. "There is also the water," she added, hitting the bucket that contained his water with her legs to attract him to it. Clinton got it and nodded quietly as he began to take off his clothes.
On impulse again, Elizabeth closed her eyes shyly to watch him undress. She started to leave the bathroom slowly but stopped.
Clinton has dropped the sponge and soap he was holding to be able to take off his clothes and he would need help finding it again after he must have removed his clothes and was ready to bathe.
Clinton, now done pulling his shirt, started to struggle with his pants pajamas. Elizabeth could see she was having a real tough time pulling it. She contemplated helping him but couldn't muster the courage to do anything.
"Uh uh…" Clinton continued to struggle with his pajamas.
"Araaahg!" He yelled frustrated at his futile attempt to off his pajamas and relaxed his back against the bathtub tired of trying.
Elizabeth could see the level of his frustration and felt pity for him. Still, she couldn't approach him to help as she didn't know if he would get upset with her trying to help.
"Should I help?" she finally blurted out tired of watching him look helpless and doing nothing.
Clinton was mute but Elizabeth was sure he heard her clearly. She knows him. He is still the billionaire's son and his pride and ego hasn't left him even with his incapacitation. She could tell how he is currently feeling. He hated to look helpless before people. He hates to be in a situation where he would have to depend on anyone and so he is finding it hard to accept her offer of help. But then he had no choice.
"Yes," Clinton muttered inaudibly.
"Sorry?" Elizabeth asked. She heard him but she wanted him to be more audible. He shouldn't be ashamed to accept or ask for help in his situation if he wants to survive. And to even think she is his only option, she wanted to laugh but couldn't. She wasn't born to laugh at people's situation even though a part of her agrees that Clinton in a way deserves what is happening to him.
"Yes, please do."
Clinton replied more clearly. Elizabeth smiled and went to help him. She started to pull his pants with her eyes half shut and faced towards the door of the bathroom. After that she was left with only his boxers.
"Jeez! What am I doing?" Elizabeth froze on realizing her next step. She looked from Clinton's face to his boxers and to his expressionless face again. She felt like knocking him hard on his head. How could he feel so relaxed and unconcerned with the situation he has put her into.
For Pete's sake she has been forced to see what she didn't want to and she can't escape from it.
She breathed in and out trying to calm her nerves.
Clinton clearly understood her plight and maintained absolute quietness. Being shy or sad on his part would be meaningless as she was just helping him out. He has accepted his fate and can't change it. Even if he wanted to, he can't ask if he has no such power. She can mock him, see his private parts for all he cares.
Elizabeth tired of wasting time and wanted to get it over and done with started to pull Clinton's boxers too. She turned her face away and tried to use only the tip of her fingers to push the boxers down. Clinton would raise his legs and body a bit at intervals to allow her to pull it down freely. Elizabeth made sure she held the boxers by the sides and avoided anything that would lead her hand towards either his front or back region.
After pulling the boxers down successfully, she was left with a naked Clinton in the bathtub. She couldn't turn her head anymore as it was beginning to ache her so she had to face it back into the bathtub.
"God! Damn!" she blurted out on seeing a naked Clinton. She was so embarrassed and nearly ran out of the bathroom. She thanked her stars as Clinton couldn't see her facial expression that moment. Eww!
"Errm, can you take it from here?" she asked nervously.
Clinton was embarrassed too. His ears and cheeks burned in embarrassment.
"Errmm," he cleared his throat. "I can't find where I dropped the sponge and soap you gave me."
"Oh," Elizabeth exclaimed and quickly picked the sponge and soap and handed it to him before running out of the bathroom.