Sophie's palm had been cut by a piece of porcelain, and her entire hand was bandaged up like a pig's hoof.
The doctor had told her not to let the wound touch water before it scabbed over.
So, Sophie stood before the bathtub, awkward and unsure what to do.
She turned, walked to the bath chamber doorway, poked her head out, and looked at Thomas Shannon, who was leaning against the head of the bed, flipping through a magazine.
"Thomas Shannon..."
Young Master Shannon didn't even spare her a sidelong glance. "Manners?"
Sophie bit her lip. "Young Master..."
"..."
"Young Master!"
Thomas Shannon snapped the magazine shut. "Speak!"
Sophie lifted her little 'pig's hoof' and waved it in the air. "The doctor said I can't touch water. What should I do?"
"You can't take a bath with one hand?"
"It'll get wet."
Thomas Shannon raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying you want me to help you bathe?"
