Slight tw for injury, but nothing too graphic.
She knew it was coming, but she still flinched as his fingertips brushed her bare back. She didn't look at the mirror, scared of what she might see—the circles under her eyes, the concern on his face, the scratches on her arms from the broken glass—instead, she stared down, looking at the chipped polish on her toenails, using every ounce of self-control to stand still as Henry peeled away the bandage.
She heard his soft gasp as he glimpsed it for the first time. She hadn't actually laid eyes on it herself, but she'd lived through it, and that was more than enough for her to know the extent of the damage. She guessed Henry was only beginning to understand what she'd been through. Then again, maybe she was too.
"I'm gonna clean it now," he said, breaking the tense silence that filled their bathroom.
She nodded. "Okay."
"It might hurt."
"It's fine. Do what you need to do."
He rested one hand on her left shoulder to steady her or himself, she wasn't sure, and then she felt the cold sting against her lower back. She hissed as he began to dab at the spot where she knew the stitches were. It was over before she knew it, and he started to move to get a fresh bandage.
She stopped him, placing her right hand overtop his that was on her left shoulder, and they made eye contact in the mirror. "Thank you," she whispered.
He gave her a soft smile. "Of course."
But it wasn't of course, it was bigger than that. "You're the only one I trust to do this," she told him.
He nodded in understanding. "I'm glad to. Anything I can do to make it...well, bearable."
She released his hand, and he retrieved a fresh bandage. Soon enough, it was done, and she was pulling a loose t-shirt over her head as they made their way into the bedroom.
They were climbing into bed when she finally spoke again. "You do."
"Hmm?" he finished pulling the covers over himself and looked over at her, a question in his eyes.
"You do make it bearable."
His face would be a blank slate to anyone else, but she could read everything that was written there.
Sinking lower into the bed, he opened his arms to her, inviting her into the space right next to him. "Come here."
She didn't need to be asked twice.