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The human hit the bathtub floor with a thunk, still gasping for air. Verde pulled herself into the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed, carefully stepping on the human gently in order to turn up the heat. The human could barely tell her that he needed to be in hot water. The soft patter of the shower hit them both and in mere moments the human’s breathing eased and returned to normal.

As the pony looked at her human’s face, she saw a twitch of pain. Looking over, she saw one of his long limbs pinned behind him. Using her snout, she pressed against the elbow, hoping to gain leverage and lift the arm up. After a few moments of trying, she succeeded.

The human, whom she had come to adore, was sick. Whatever ailed him, he could not breath and talk easily. She pressed her head against the beast’s chest and took a moment to just feel him. Up until this point, they had never bathed together, and she was kinda surprised that the water and his skin together were very smooth, it made her think of squishy porcelain. Taking a moment, she reminded herself that she had forced herself into his life. He only meant to house her for a day or two, but she had taken advantage of his hospitality and had overstayed her initial welcome by two months.

What's worse, this home was made exclusively for humans, human door knobs, human oven, human windows, human toilets, human showers... she was taking care of the human in a home ill equipped for her to do anything with ease. Ether they would make something pony usable or she just had to get him to do it.

Suddenly, without provocation, the human moved both his arms and grasped Verde tightly....he was hugging her, even though he was ill. Though this one was much less tighter than their first one. Human hugs had the feel of someone being held down against their will, but she had adapted and he had always kept a loose grip after their first fiasco of a hug.

Getting up and shaking off the arms so she could move, she started the task that brought them both in the human’s shower, he had been very sick the last three days and Verde needed to make sure that his personal hygiene was taken care of. She carefully grabbed the bar of soap, the one NOT meant for ponies to hold. While she could grasp some of the things in his house, she would need to use her mouth to simply hold this bar of soap still. She started cleaning the human everyplace she saw skin. It was a sickening taste, it was like old, moldy bread, but smooth and it was bitterly trying to shove itself down her throat. Midway through the cleaning, she realized something.

She realized that she was going to have to get him out of the tub also....