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Authors: Michael McManamon
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thought that his mind had been playing tricks on him again. But the sound continued. Then he smelled something.
"Alice," he said. He looked under the table and saw a puddle forming at her feet. "Oh, Alice."
He stood up and walked beside her. He placed his hand on her shoulder and tried to shake her out of her stupor. She continued to urinate of the floor, through her clothes.
John waited for her to stop. She had had to go (just like he did) and hadn't been able to control it . Stuck in that dreamworld of hers.
John rubbed her shoulders and told her that everything was going to be okay. He'd go upstairs and get her some new clothes. Plus a towel to clean her up.
"I was going to go up there anyway," he added. Not that it mattered. He would have gone up for her, regardless.
He leaned over and kissed his wife. Then he stood to leave.
As he did, he remembered the hammer. He needed to take that with him. It was hanging above the workbench. He reached over and grabbed it.
The hammer. His protection.
"I'll be back soon," he told his wife.
She continued to ignore him, staring off at nothing.
*
When he got back, John placed the towels and clothes onto the table. He put the hammer beside those. He had also brought down a bucket and filled it in the sink beside the washing machine. He went back to his wife and placed the bucket beside her.
"Alice," he said. "Can you stand?" He was sure that his wife wasn't going to say anything, but he wanted to try.
She didn't respond.
He grabbed hold of her hands and tried to get her up. She wouldn't move.
He went behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He tried to lift her. No luck.
"Alice, please," he said, knowing that it was pointless. His wife wasn't going to listen to him. She wasn't going to help. "All right, honey." He'd have to clean and change her while she remained seated.
He grabbed hold of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. Surprisingly, there was very little resistance. Her arms went up over her head and he was easily able to take it off.
Taking off her pants would be a bit more difficult. Alice wouldn't move off of the chair. His fingers grabbed at the her pants' button and fumbled for a moment before it came undone. He pulled down at the pants, each side bit by bit, until he got them over her waist and underneath her hips.
John reached under her and pulled again. He could smell the urine more now that he was so close to it. But he didn't pay it much attention. He was worried about his wife more than anything else. He tugged until her pants came out from underneath her and slid them down her legs.
He took off his wife's bra and panties next.
Her socks were last.
As she sat there naked, John looked her over. He wasn't embarrassed by what he saw. There was some indignity in it, he knew. But this was the woman that he had loved for years. He simply wanted to take care of her.
He dipped one of the washcloths in the bucket. Then he began wiping her down. He talked to her gently as he did. He told her that everything was going to be okay, that he'd figure it all out. Though these were things that he hoped, not things he necessarily believed.
When he finished, he dried her off and put the fresh set of clothes back on her.
"There we go," he said. "That's better."
He sat down and grabbed his wife's hand. He squeezed it again, hoping for any sign of recognition. Once more there was nothing.
"It'll be okay," he said. This was more to himself than to her.
He turned to the soiled clothes lying in the middle of the room. He could still smell them. Part of him wanted to get up and throw them into the washing machine. But a greater part didn't want him to leave his wife right now. He wanted to stay there just a little longer, to hold her hand and see if she'd come back to him.
Chapter 5
Scooter listened again. The sound was coming from somewhere nearby. And i t wa s crying.
He looked around to see if he could see anyone. The corridor was empty,
"Alice," he said. He looked under the table and saw a puddle forming at her feet. "Oh, Alice."
He stood up and walked beside her. He placed his hand on her shoulder and tried to shake her out of her stupor. She continued to urinate of the floor, through her clothes.
John waited for her to stop. She had had to go (just like he did) and hadn't been able to control it . Stuck in that dreamworld of hers.
John rubbed her shoulders and told her that everything was going to be okay. He'd go upstairs and get her some new clothes. Plus a towel to clean her up.
"I was going to go up there anyway," he added. Not that it mattered. He would have gone up for her, regardless.
He leaned over and kissed his wife. Then he stood to leave.
As he did, he remembered the hammer. He needed to take that with him. It was hanging above the workbench. He reached over and grabbed it.
The hammer. His protection.
"I'll be back soon," he told his wife.
She continued to ignore him, staring off at nothing.
*
When he got back, John placed the towels and clothes onto the table. He put the hammer beside those. He had also brought down a bucket and filled it in the sink beside the washing machine. He went back to his wife and placed the bucket beside her.
"Alice," he said. "Can you stand?" He was sure that his wife wasn't going to say anything, but he wanted to try.
She didn't respond.
He grabbed hold of her hands and tried to get her up. She wouldn't move.
He went behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He tried to lift her. No luck.
"Alice, please," he said, knowing that it was pointless. His wife wasn't going to listen to him. She wasn't going to help. "All right, honey." He'd have to clean and change her while she remained seated.
He grabbed hold of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. Surprisingly, there was very little resistance. Her arms went up over her head and he was easily able to take it off.
Taking off her pants would be a bit more difficult. Alice wouldn't move off of the chair. His fingers grabbed at the her pants' button and fumbled for a moment before it came undone. He pulled down at the pants, each side bit by bit, until he got them over her waist and underneath her hips.
John reached under her and pulled again. He could smell the urine more now that he was so close to it. But he didn't pay it much attention. He was worried about his wife more than anything else. He tugged until her pants came out from underneath her and slid them down her legs.
He took off his wife's bra and panties next.
Her socks were last.
As she sat there naked, John looked her over. He wasn't embarrassed by what he saw. There was some indignity in it, he knew. But this was the woman that he had loved for years. He simply wanted to take care of her.
He dipped one of the washcloths in the bucket. Then he began wiping her down. He talked to her gently as he did. He told her that everything was going to be okay, that he'd figure it all out. Though these were things that he hoped, not things he necessarily believed.
When he finished, he dried her off and put the fresh set of clothes back on her.
"There we go," he said. "That's better."
He sat down and grabbed his wife's hand. He squeezed it again, hoping for any sign of recognition. Once more there was nothing.
"It'll be okay," he said. This was more to himself than to her.
He turned to the soiled clothes lying in the middle of the room. He could still smell them. Part of him wanted to get up and throw them into the washing machine. But a greater part didn't want him to leave his wife right now. He wanted to stay there just a little longer, to hold her hand and see if she'd come back to him.
Chapter 5
Scooter listened again. The sound was coming from somewhere nearby. And i t wa s crying.
He looked around to see if he could see anyone. The corridor was empty,
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