“It’s not exactly rocket science,” she said, and smiled.
“Noah, are you going to be able to tolerate the pressure of underwear over that?” he said.
“I think the waistband of my boxers will ride well above the bandage, but there’s only one way to find out.”
The nurse left, and he helped Noah slide around until his legs were dangling off the edge of the bed.
“I know what I’d like to do right now,” Tom said, looking pointedly at Noah’s crotch.
“Yeah, but what if somebody walked in? It’ll keep ’til later.”
He slid the boxers up Noah’s legs and helped him stand while they were pulled up.
“How’s that?”
“I can live with it.”
“Okay. Let’s go for the shorts now. Can you step into them?”
“Sure.”
He pulled the shorts up and fastened the belt as loosely as possible.
“How’s that?”
“No problem.”
“Then let’s get you back on the bed.”
“Why can’t I just sit in the easy chair?”
“Go for it.”