Chapter 1543: Chapter 1543: Panicking
When Gavin returned, the two people in the hospital room were arguing.
Cherry wanted Purple Summers to cut her toenails, but Purple Summers refused, and Cherry accused Purple Summers of breaking her promise.
Purple Summers retorted bluntly, "When did I promise to cut your toenails?!"
"Just now, you said it yourself." Cherry insisted self-righteously, "If you hadn’t said it, I wouldn’t have even remembered to cut them!"
"You’re just being unreasonable!" Purple Summers was so angry she was about to explode.
She saw Gavin return and couldn’t maintain a polite demeanor, shoved the nail clippers into Gavin’s hand irritably, "You take care of it!"
With that, she picked up her bag and left.
Gavin: "..."
He looked down at the nail clippers in his hand, then at Cherry’s little feet.
Cherry quietly retracted her foot and mumbled, "I didn’t force her... She said she was going to cut them herself, and then she didn’t keep her word..."
Gavin walked over, sat by the bed, reached out, took her foot and placed it on his knee.
Cherry curiously watched as he cut her toenails.
She couldn’t help but think that this task seemed a bit effeminate and didn’t suit him very well, it felt strange...
Gavin cut them very slowly, seemingly worried about cutting into her tender skin, it took a long time to finish one foot, and then he started on the other.
When he finally finished, Cherry couldn’t help but ask, "Do your hands stink?"
Gavin chuckled, put down the nail clippers, and held his hands out in front of her, "Want to smell them?"
Cherry quickly pulled up the sheet to cover her face and muffled her voice, "Go wash your hands!"
She didn’t want to smell her own feet!
Gavin playfully flicked her forehead, "You disdain your own feet?"
But indeed, he should wash up, as later he would need to feed her, peel oranges, and open bottles... Ever since marrying this wife, it felt like raising a child.
...
A lot of things, you don’t appreciate when you have them, but once lost, you realize how inconvenient everything becomes.
Cherry always thought losing one hand was no big deal, at most it would just look a bit unsightly, since it was only the left hand. As everyone knows, most tasks rely primarily on the right hand.
But when she found herself unable to do many little things, she felt uneasy...
Applying lotion, trying to scoop some out, she naturally wanted to rub it between her hands before applying it, but she couldn’t.
Annoyed with her messy hair, she took a hair tie to make a ponytail, she couldn’t do it.
In the evening, undressing for a bath, unbuttoning with one hand, taking off clothes with one hand, she couldn’t do it.
Even playing with her phone, using only one hand, she found it very difficult.
Gavin was taking care of her in the hospital, the first couple of days, she was very happy, even smug.
But by the third day, the fourth day...
Cherry honestly began to panic.
Had she become a burden?
In the evening, Gavin helped her remove the hospital gown and carried her to the bathroom to bathe.
He asked her to raise her left arm high to avoid getting the wound wet, then lathered her body with bath foam.
She felt somewhat uncomfortable and asked in a low voice, "Gavin, maybe... we should hire a caregiver?"
Gavin smiled and dabbed some foam on her nose, "Who was the one adamantly refusing to hire a caregiver the other day? You said you were shy and introverted and would be scared of strangers, insisting only close people could take care of you."
Cherry muttered, "I just don’t want you to tire yourself out... with a caregiver, you wouldn’t have to do these things..."
Gavin, washing her gently, said, "Let’s hire one when we go back, find a suitable caregiver, then I can be more at ease when I’m at the company."
She mumbled an "Mm-hm."
After washing for a while, he picked up the showerhead and rinsed the foam off her body, the white, fluffy suds washed away with the water, revealing her soft skin.
Cherry couldn’t help but ask, "Gavin, all these days you’ve been helping me bathe, why don’t you touch me?"