...Sebastian POV...
I am struggling with Kati this morning. We are supposed to be on our way to Dr. Wilson already. He wants to do some tests to see how far the cancer has spread. It will be the first time we shall see him, so Kati is beyond scared. I am trying to tell her that everything will be fine, but she is not listening to me. She is being just plain stubborn. I don't know how one tiny woman can be so impossibly difficult?
"Kati, please. I've run the bathwater. I've even put your favorite bubbles in."
"No, I'm not bathing."
"Do you want to smell?"
"No, I am not going."
"I will carry you to the bath."
"I will get back into bed."
"No, you are not."
"Try me."
So I gently lift her off the bed. She is so fragile; it feels like I am almost going to break her. But she is kicking and screaming so hard that I am finding it difficult not to drop her. And the more I plead, the worse she becomes.
"Put me down."
