Perry's POV
I carefully removed her hospital gown, setting it aside with gentle movements. The sight of her bare skin didn't affect me, though I could sense Phoebe's discomfort with her exposure.
"It's okay. I'll handle everything. No one else will see," I assured her softly.
I turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. The VIP room didn't have a bathtub, but the shower would suffice.
I guided Phoebe under the warm stream of water.
"I'll give you privacy to wash up. I'll be right outside," I murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before stepping away.
After I left the bathroom, I didn't call for staff to clean up the mess. Instead, I requested fresh linens from a nurse and quietly handed over the soiled sheets along with Phoebe's gown, offering no explanation.
I took care of everything myself. When I finished and Phoebe still hadn't emerged, I returned to the bathroom to find her frozen in the same spot.
