I’m sharing a small apartment with a male flatmate. Everything is purely platonic, but there’s a lot of sexual tension going on, that neither of us acknowledge.
He likes to participate in extreme sports, which makes him maintain his shape, but also gets him injured often. I’m the one who treats his wounds, if they’re not too much, and I take those opportunities to get as close to him as possible.
One day he has to go to the hospital. He fell from a large distance and his partner didn’t catch up to help on time. At the end, he came back home with his left arm and right wrist broken. He couldn’t use neither of his hands.
Naturally, I help him like I always do. I help him eat, make himself comfortable on the sofa… The usual.
The night comes, and I see him struggling to change clothes to put on his pijamas, using his left hand, which doesn’t even have that much movement. I ask him if he wants help and thought he refuses at first, he later asks for my help.