Chapter 22: Itch

Lauryn Tibbert grabbed Leonard Zimmerman's hand, her other hand clamped between her legs. The pillow slid off her face and tumbled aside. She shook her head violently. Her eyes were red‑rimmed, tears streaming nonstop, her throat too tight to speak. Fear left her trembling all over. "I don't want you getting an infection. I'm only trying to clean you up-don't be afraid," Leonard said, his voice serious. His fingers had wandered too close, even through the thin fabric. "No… please don't…"...