Tricia POV

Waking up from the bed, I looked around and thought of Morgan. He would need to take his bath, but how?

Why did he hurt himself like that?

I walked to knock on our room's door and Morgan opened up.

I couldn't help but stare at his fresh face. Has he had his bath?

"You look fresh," I said getting into the room.

"I know. I had a cool bath," he said.

"Bath!" I hummed like I didn't hear clearly.

"You heard me." He said.

"But, your injuries..." I was saying when he smiled.

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