Cora (Dollar) POV
Sleep was rough; my hip wasn't happy, I guess. Standing so long, putting baby clothes in the drawers and setting it up with minimal movement was still too much. I gritted my teeth as I reached for the bottle of painkillers and downed three with a cup of water. I know the maximum dosage I can take, so I'll be careful not to overdo it.
In my medical kit, I have a large plastic cover I can put over my wound to keep it dry, and if I sweet-talk Xavier, I can sit on the stool and let me wash my hair, and then my body, but it's my hair that feels so greasy; I need to get it washed.
"Pain?" Xavier asked, his hand on my shoulder, careful to stay clear of my hip.
"Good morning, and yes, a little. I need a shower. Can you wash my hair?" It sounded so weak, my voice; it must be t
