Michael helped her get to the sink and turned the tap on for her. He then wet his hands, put some handwash on them, and rubbed them against each other until the handwash bubbled.
After which, he started helping Wendy wash her hands.
He knew that Wendy had always loved handwash that smelled like honey.
Nevertheless, Wendy recoiled when Michael's hands touched hers.
"I... Let me do it myself," she stuttered while she spoke.
After Wendy finished washing her hands, Michael led her out of the bathroom. He wanted to help her get back to her bed, but after lying down for days, Wendy felt that her muscles were getting sore. "Can you help me get close to the windows?"
She asked Michael. "I want to breathe some fresh air."
Michael led her to the windows and opened them. Wendy took a long and deep breath.
