Chapter 26


    Braden did what he promised. He stayed quietly to take care of me while I was stuck in the hospital. He


    didn''t mention our rtionship again while I was stuck in the hospital bed. Everyone from school found


    out I was in the hospital and ended uping to visit me at one point or another. Of course, we


    couldn''t let them know the real or even fake reason for me being there since they were all at the party


    too. Braden gave them the excuse of a ruptured appendix. When the week finally ended, I was able to


    leave the hospital, but I was still on bed rest. Luckily, the medicines they had me on helped me heal


    faster than I would''ve if Braden had listened to me and left me. By the time I was free to go, my ribs


    were healed, but everything was still very tender. Elizabeth tried to fuss over me at the hospital but


    Braden kept her away mostly. Although, seeing how Braden took care of me also made her step back


    on her own.


    "Go slow," Braden said as he helped me up the stairs in the house. He was helping me get to my room.


    He wanted to carry me, but I convinced him it would be less painful to walk. He helped me into my


    room and sat me down on my bed.


    "I really want to wash my hair. It feels really oily since I haven''t been able to wash it for a week," I


    at the moment. I think it would still be difficult, but I couldn''t go on like this. Braden sighed as he looked


    at door.


    "Would that be okay to strain yourself like that?" He asked worried. I shrugged.


    "Regardless, I''m going to wash my hair," I said. Braden grabbed my towel before he helped me stand.


    He helped me to the bathroom and took off his house shoes before rolling up his pant legs and getting


    into the bathtub.


    "What are you doing?" I asked.


    "I''ll wash your hair for you," he said like it was obvious.


    "You''re going to wash my hair?" I asked.


    "Yep, get in," he ordered. I sighed before I carefully stepped into the tub and lowered myself in. Luckily,


    it was a huge jacuzzi-style bathtub with a detachable shower head. He turned on the water and waited


    for it to warm up.


    "Put your head in myp," he ordered. I sunk lower and ced the back of my head against his leg. He


    spread my hair over hisp before he began washing it. He was gentle, and careful not to get soap or


    water in my eyes and ears. We were both quiet while he worked. He even conditioned my hair for me.


    After he finished, he helped me sit up and wrapped the towel around my head. He stood and stretched


    before helping me stand and get out of the tub. He sat me down at the bench in front of the sink and


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    pulled out a blow dryer and a brush. He ruffled my hair slightly with the towel before he set it around my


    neck.