POV Elsa

Anna is reading her book across the living room. Her legs are hanging over the edge of the arm support in carefree manner. The clock is slowly moving forward as I am waiting.

"Elsa, you should relax. I'm sure that she's soon ready with his usual treatment," Anna chuckled and glanced at me.

"Me? Not relaxed?" I snorted as I place my untouched cup of tea on the table.

Anna grinned and shut her book. "Well I can see that you're waiting to see Jack again," Anna winked her eye.

"No. I'm just waiting for him to be ready for his first time in outside air after the accident," I huffed and I leaned back. The rocking chair nearly fell and I desperately grasped onto the arm rests of it.

"Well I must admit that he is good with speaking but bad at listening," Anna said out playfully.

"That's not nice to say," I whispered as I wiped the loose hair off from my forehead.

"I know he is deaf but... hopefully he won't stay blind. I mean he seems sad because his only way to communicate is people writing into his palm," Anna sighed.

"Yeah true..." I agreed. "I guess I'll go checking out what is taking so long," I then added while I got up.

This breakfast Jack was much more silent than before. He had been eating with us since the day he first woke up, he was telling us things and laughing even though he didn't hear or see us. Apparently he had lost his old memories three years ago.

He just remembers the day when he dragged himself to shore in a harbor of some city. How he had screamed but he couldn't hear his voice or the voices of other people. He had just seen how their lips moved, then he had run with only the clothes he had on him. His life story made me pity him. How he had to figure out what people were saying to him by reading their lips – which convinced him that he wasn't deaf always. His hunch is that he was in some sort of accident and the ocean wiped him into the shore.

After that he had been just walking around, trying to remember who he was. However he only remembers someone calling him as Jack, he says the voice is something innocent and childlike and the last sound he remembers.

I knock the door of the guest room where Jack is being helped to get ready.

"Come in," Nurse Pot cheered and I push the door open. The sight made me gasp immediately.

"Oh, come on now!" Nurse Pot urged me while I was turning red. "I'm just washing his skin," she laughed as she sank the cloth back into a bowl of water.

"B-but," I whispered as I went in and closed the door.

"We're ready soon," Nurse Pot smiled friendly when he placed the damp cloth to his chest.

"Agh! That's way too hot Pot!" Jack groaned and flinched.

I glance at the steaming hot water.

"Nonsense, everyone likes warmth," Nurse Pot chuckled while wiping his chest violently .

"Seriously lady! You're ignoring me again. If I wouldn't be without a sight I would stuff that cloth into your --," Jack said angrily but then he gasped when Nurse Pot huffed and swift the cloth to his face. It made a funny splashing sound and made me giggle.

"This boy is sometimes really arrogant," she cheered and dipped the cloth back into the bowl.

"What if I continue? You could take a break," I smiled to her as I reached to the cloth which she just squeezed the extra water out.

"Good luck. His clothes are picked up and waiting on the chair. He needs warm clothes, including a coat since you're taking him out," Nurse Pot winked her eye and sighed in gratitude before leaving.

"I swear Pot... If you try to burn me again with that cloth.." Jack muttered while laying still on the bed. His chest was rising and going down in the pace of his breathing.

I sat next to the bed and I let my hands to cool down the burning hot cloth. He sighed when the fabric touched his chest.

"Way better," he chuckled and showed a thumbs up. He had this sly smile on his face.

He wasn't someone who would've used a gym too much to gain much muscles but he seemed to be in fit shape. In silence I first washed up his chest and then arms. I was just about to finish when Nurse Pot glanced from the doorway.

"Dear, I forgot to tell you that he needs a wash down there too," she laughed and when I was about to ask her to come in and do it she had already gone.

My hands were shaking and my face burning up while I stared at Jack. I inhaled deeply as I gathered myself up and I dipped the cloth into the water which I had cooled down a bit.

"What am I doing," I gasped in high toned voice when my shaking hand reached to his pants and I slowly began to lift them up.

"Whoa," he gasped and I felt his hand grabbing onto mine.

"I... I'm just doing Nurse Pot's job," I exclaimed in panic and then I mentally facepalmed. He can't hear me.

I bit my bottom lip as I tried to get my other hand inside his pants from the narrow gap between the edge of his pants and his skin.

"What the heck are you doing," he raised his voice as his other hand trapped my hand down. I squealed in panic when my fingers touched his lower abdomen. The cloth was somewhat inside his pants.

I tried to get my hands free in such a way that even the chair fell when I got myself up.

"Calm down...Elsa," he hissed as his hands were squeezing my wrists. I noticed his cheeks getting red.

I was breathing in and out heavily but I stopped struggling. Quickly he got himself to sit and he laughed a bit.

"I hope that you didn't see anything that could blow your innocent mind up," he chuckled with a playful smile.

"No," I said quietly when he let go of my hands. I took his right hand in mine and I squeezed it twice.

"No? Well that's a good thing..." he replied.

I turned his hand in a way that I could write into his palm. His lips narrowed as he focused on what I was trying to say. How did you know it was me? That I wanted to know.

"Well... Nurse Pot lets me wash myself down there. Besides your touch is different than hers. Speaking of Pot... Is she out from the room?" He asked curiously.

I squeezed his hand once and then I had to quickly step back as he jumped up to stand.

"Great! Now get me into a real shower.... pfft, she thinks that shower is a dangerous place but I say that I don't agree on that," He chuckled and began to search for my hand. I gave it to him.

"Are you sure?" I asked aloud while I wrote into his palm.

"Heck yeah!" He laughed and then he frowned.

I held my breath when he pulled out a half hanging cloth out from his pants. He dropped it on the floor and urged me to take him to bathroom.

It felt odd to keep his hand like this. Our fingers were entwined like I've seen some couples having while they're out for a walk. His side was almost touching mine. Some of his silvery white hair was covering the medical eye pads which were covering his eyes still. He is taller than I am, if we would stand against each other the top of my head would barely reach over his shoulder height.

I left him alone into the bathroom after I had 'shown' him where everything was. His hands were his way to see the world now so he needed to feel things. Like the softness of the towel which was resting on the toilet seat. To know where the soap was in the shower he had to take it to his hand before even beginning.

I barely managed to close the door up when he was dropping his pants down. My ears were listening keenly for any possible problems he would have but then for my relieve I heard the shower water running down.

I lean against the wall and I try to calm myself down. My heart is beating strongly and I'm afraid that it might pop out from my chest soon unless I manage to gather myself. Why the hell did I have to be so stupid! Of course Nurse Pot let him to wash himself down there, she didn't urge me to do it – did she? The annoying part is that him stopping me felt a bit annoying.

Is it possible that I'm growing fond of him? His smile and laughter get me each time and now I just stared at his body much longer than was needed. Oh my, I'm even thinking how the water drops are probably falling on his skin now.

Quickly I shrug the idea off from my head. I'm just liking him a way that someone would feel when they adopt a lost puppy, I mean he is like a stray. Yes, a stray puppy – no, a hurt stray puppy that I took in to keep him safe from being more hurt. After he is feeling good I am letting him go... there must be someone waiting for him but he just hit his head too badly to remember. Yes Elsa! You figured it out!

I let my relieved sigh out and I touch my chest while crossing my arms. I feel much calmer now. Gladly Anna isn't here to witness my weak moments.

Then I heard the shower water being turned off and how the shower door was sliding open. Apparently he is done. I go to the door to wait him to open it up but then I heard this loud crash and cursing.

"Oh no... Nurse Pot was right on not letting him take showers!" I gasped as I pull the door open.

I screamed at the sight but it got muffled to my hands as I cover my mouth. He was sitting on the wet floor with the towel covering his lower parts.

"I.. I'm fine," he shouted like I wasn't standing in the door way. "Don't get in," he muttered as he began to push himself up. I squeaked like a dogs squeaky toy when the towel accidentally fell off a bit, making me see a glimpse of him.

"This can't be happening," I said with barely any air in my lungs. He wrapped the towel around his waist and began to reach his hand forward.

I stepped back and I closed the door up quickly.

Then he opened it up and I was unable to say anything. He was smiling slyly and giving his hand out.

"I just fell but I'm alright," he said cheerfully.

I held my breath when I took his hand, my eyes wandered down to look at the towel around his waist and I mentally screamed again.

"You hurt?" I whispered while I wrote to his palm. He shook his head but I told him that I would check anyway.

He flinched when my hands touched his back all of a sudden. Apparently he had hit his back into something because it was looking a bit red but nothing seemed to be broken.

When I was done I wrote to his palm that everything was ok.

"See, I told you," he said victoriously. However everything was not okay, not at all. I just saw him naked, I have never seen a guy naked before me – well not a real person at least!

"Are you okay?" He asked all of a sudden. I swear that he was frowning under all those bandages.

"Yeah, why?" I said as I wrote to his palm.

"You feel a bit... tense. Help me to find my clothes and I get dressed up. Then we go out and get you some fresh air. Sounding good?" He grinned.

I waited with my back turned at him while he put on a pair of jeans and a knitted blue sweater. I helped him out with socks, shoes and a coat and I finished the look with a scarf around his neck.

"I feel like a marshmellow," he mumbled when we got out from the house.

I laughed and I took his hand into mine. "Why?" I asked from him.

"Because you made me wear too much clothes," he replied.

I rolled my eyes. "It is cold outside," I wrote to his palm while I nearly hissed the words out from my mouth.

"Yeah but it isn't that cold... but thanks for getting me out, I needed the fresh air," he said in a warm tone.

We sat on a bench which had a warm blanket placed over it. Mom was really keen of her garden, in the summer it looks really beautiful with all the flowers. I used to watch from window while she sat on this bench, admiring the view. This was her bench, before the accident.

"Does my breath form steam?" Jack laughed and I glance to his direction as he blows some warm air out of his lungs. He was like a big kid sometimes.

"Yes," I laughed as I took his hand to squeeze once.

"Ha, thought so. You are not feeling cold, are you?" He asked. I squeezed his hand twice to tell him that I was fine.

"Heeyyyy! Here you are!" Anna cheered as she was coming from around the corner. She was carrying two mugs which were steaming.

"Anna, what are you doing?" I laughed when I got Jack's hand out from the glove he had on. I wrote Anna to his palm to let him know that my sister just came.

"I brought you two something warm to drink. Even though you don't have problems with cold, your boyfriend might have," Anna insisted as she took Jacks hand and placed the mug on his hand.

"Your sister brought some hot chocolate?" Jack asked as he smelled the content of the mug.

I squeezed his hand once.

"He is not my boyfriend, I'm simply helping him out," I muttered.

"Nice. Thank you Anna. Did she hear me?" Jack asked and I squeezed once again.

Anna gave me the other mug and Jack let go of my hand to drink the chocolate.

"Obviously," Anna said mockingly. "I mean... dating people won't hold hands and definitely not giggle in a flirty way,"Anna teased me and I gasped.

"I'm just communicating with him! And he can't hear me!" I snapped.

"Mmm... but if he could hear you... your behavior might give him a wrong statement," Anna winked her eye.

"Well you are wrong," I mumbled as I took a sip from the mug.

"Yeah right," Anna cheered when she turned around and began hopping towards our home. She wasn't wearing any jacket and she seemed to get cold already.

"Thanks for the hot chocolate," I yelled after her and she waved her hand before disappearing around the corner.

We continued enjoying the simple winter weather outside while drinking. His hair was messy and windblown looking like from the first day I met him. He didn't wash his hair earlier.

"Do I have choco stains?" He asked when he placed his mug down to his lap.

I squeezed his hand once. Just above his lip was a stain that I could notice.

"Geez, could you get it off?" He snickered and turned his head towards me. I felt a bit insecure at first but then I squeezed his hand once.

I slowly reach my hand towards his face and I held his cheek while my thumb brushed the chocolate stain away. My cheeks were heating up while I stared at his face. I had almost forgotten which shade of blue his eyes were.

"Is it off," he mumbled and it made me flinch and pull my hand away. However I brushed it through his hair first which made him gasp in confusion and me to curse in my mind.

Then I took his hand, "Yes it is off." I whispered as I squeezed once.

"Thanks," he coughed out. He was seemingly surprised by the fact that I just touched him somewhere else than he expected. I was just supposed to wipe that stain off.

I sigh, hopefully the doctor would say that his eye sight is just fine. That would mean a great deal in his recovery and then he would soon leave from here. And then my mind wouldn't be such a mess when he is not around. I just don't get it... how can he be so cheerful and not whining all the time? Considering his situation at this moment.

A/N:

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What was the most happiest thing during 2015 to you? And is there something awesome going to happen in 2016 which you know already?

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