Fisher opened the door and there was India.
She looked so sad and she held onto the counter with her head down.
“India, is everything okay?” Fisher asked her.
“Now I know why you’ve all been looking at me so strangely. I look like a monster,” she said and then he heard the sniffles.
“Come on now. We haven’t been looking at you strangely,” Fisher said as he scooped her up into his arms.
“It’s bruising, India. It will heal in no time,” Flynn added.
But she turned her face into Fisher’s chest and didn’t look back at him. When he laid her on the bed, she pulled the towel tight and snuggled into the pillow.
“You’ll need to get dressed and we should dry your hair,” Flynn told her and placed a clean pair of lounge pants in purple along with a button-down blouse that matched, onto the bed.
She shook her head.
“India, we’ll help you,” Fisher told her.
“Just leave it there. I’ll do it.”
Fisher reached over and placed his fingers under her chin. “Hey, listen to me. Flynn is right and those bruises will heal in no time. It’s important that we keep you well and that you stay safe and warm. You also need some food. You have to be starving.”
She looked like she thought about that for a second.
“I am starving,” she murmured in a whisper.
“Good, then Flynn will make you a plate after we help you get dressed. Come on now, trooper,” he teased and helped her to sit up on the edge of the bed.
“Now, let’s see how we can do this,” Fisher said as Flynn offered him the button-down blouse.
She reached for it and cringed but pushed to try and do it herself. She attempted one arm and got it in. But then the towel started to fall away from her breasts and she went to grab it and most of one breast popped out. He helped her quickly cover herself, his heart hammering in his chest.
“Damn it this is crazy,” she said in frustration.
“It’s okay,” Flynn added as he began buttoning the blouse before Fisher had a chance to do it. He couldn’t help but want to be close to her and brush his fingers over her skin by accident as he buttoned the blouse. Instead it seemed his buddy Flynn was thinking the same thing.
Fisher grabbed the lounge pants and bent down on the rug and lifted her one foot into the leg of the pants. He let his hand slide along her small, silky calf and he locked gazes with her. She was feminine, sweet, and very needy right now. He was turned on by the fact that she needed him and that she was so petite in comparison to him and Flynn.
He placed her other foot into the other pant leg and then reached for her hips.
“Stand up nice and slowly.” She cringed again but did it and he slid his hands down her thighs to the pants and pulled them up, letting his hands linger on her hips as she stood up. He fixed the outfit for her and then helped her sit down again.
“Okay, now the hair. Flynn will grab you a plate of food for dinner.”
“The pain in my ribs is getting worse. I don’t feel good,” she whispered as she held onto his arms. Her eyes closed and she swayed a little.
“Just lie down and rest.”
“I’ll grab the painkillers and a water,” Flynn said.
“No. No, don’t. I can’t sleep every day away. I need to clear my head. I’ll deal with the pain.”
Fisher placed his hands on his hips. “No, you’ll take the pill after you eat and you’ll rest. This is the first time you’ve been up and about. You’re exhausted.”
She mumbled something under her breath as she snuggled deeper into the pillow and he had a giddy, silly feeling inside. He looked at Flynn, and Flynn shook his head as if in annoyance with India not wanting the painkillers.
Flynn left the room and Fisher stared at her. He didn’t think twice as he left to grab the hair dryer then returned to dry her hair. The poor woman was so tired that she never even stirred. He was lost in thought a he ran his fingers through her silky platinum-blonde hair. Drying the damp tendrils had caused a mix of emotions inside of him. He ran his fingers through her hair even after her hair was fully dry. The scent of her encased the room and of course the king-size bed she lay upon.