Christian comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walks straight to the closet and then he picks out a few things.
‘Let me just get this out and put it on’ he says standing by the wardrobe, as he picks out something comfortable. He then unwraps the towel he has on and puts them on as he looks in my direction. ‘What is wrong, you seem so much you are in deep thought. It must be the sickness making you act like this but don’t worry, the doctor will come. I asked him to come and check you out’ he jokes with a smile on his face.
‘Let us go downstairs, want to make us diner’ he says as I try to force a smile. He walks over to me and tells me to get on his back, as he wants to carry me downstairs. I oblige and get on his back, he walks us out of the bedroom and down the stairs and straight to the spacious, simple kitchen.
He sets me down on the Kitchen Island, ‘Are you going to be okay up here? He asks.
‘Or do I need to go and get your chair?’