I make the mistake of sitting down and lying back, and now I can’t sit back up. I give up trying to sit up and decide I’m just going to stay like this.
“You skipped a step,” Dominic says when he comes into my room.
“I’m stuck,” I sigh. “I laid back and now it hurts too badly to get up.”
Dominic takes my hands and pulls me up before handing me my medicine. “Thank you,” I say, setting the bottle of water down on my side table.
“You’re welcome,” he says. “Do you need help changing?”
“I would say I don’t, but I might actually fall on the floor if I try,” I say.
“I think we are past the point of if changing should be weird,” he says as he helps me stand.
“That’s a fair point,” I say.
“What would you like to wear?” he asks.
“Fuck. I don’t know. Surprise me,” I sigh.
“This feels like a setup,” he laughs as he goes to my dresser. Dominic pulls out an oversized shirt and underwear before coming back over to me. I can’t help but smile at him. “What?”
“Nothing. Just losing my mind is all,” I say.
“I’d love to know what you mean but it feels like cheating to ask you when you’ve just had surgery,” he laughs.
“It’s just odd for me to let anyone get close to me,” I say.
“You don’t date, is what you are saying?” he asks as he helps me get my shirt off.
“Ow,” I wince. “No. I don’t want to be the reason someone is sad one day.”
“Why would you be the reason someone is sad?”
“Because eventually the cancer will get me just like it got them. I’ll either die or they’ll think I’m useless because I’m not able to give them kids. I’m already halfway there already.”
“Luna, not being able to have kids doesn’t make you useless,” he says as he pulls my sports bra off. He doesn’t look long but he definitely stares at my tits for just long enough that I giggle.
“My sister’s husband left her for another woman after her hysterectomy. Got her pregnant in less than three months,” I say.
“Sounds like it's a good thing that she’s not with him then.” Dominic pulls my shirt on before helping me out of my leggings. Once I get my underwear on, I realize I still have to put the piercings back in.
“Ah, shit,” I sigh.
“What?”
“I forgot that I have to put these piercings back in,” I say.
“Can it wait a few days?” he asks.
“No, I’ll forget and then I won’t be able to get them back in.”
“Would you like some help?”
“I’ve got it,” I say dismissively. I go to step past him but he grabs my waist and gently sits me down.
“You are the most stubborn woman, you know that?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I smile.