(TYLER)
I take Sasha's hand and lead him into the bathroom.
No more seated showers. He's much stronger these days and both Darla and the doctor in Chester have told him to make sure he gets adequate time out of bed. He's rested enough, this devil man of mine.
So I turn the showerhead to a warm, soft setting, like a summer rain, and kiss him while I wait for the water to heat up.
Inside the shower, I watch him adjusting to new the sensations from his knitting pink flesh as the water travels over his scars. I take up the washcloth and soap, and give him the slowest, most luxurious wash-down that I've ever given him.
There's a part of me that will miss him letting me do this, letting me care for him so completely. But once an injured lion has recovered, you don't keep him in a cage. You release him back into the wild to take his rightful place.
