You had been taking care of Kyle ever since you brought him back to life in the morgue. It had been a difficult experience to say the least. He struggled to do everything that he used to do. Walk, talk, even move. All of it needed to be re-taught to him and thankfully he’d been able to learn some of it despite his stubbornness and desire not to. He was covered in filth and generally smelled terrible after a while of him being there, signalling that a bath was long overdue. However, there was one problem. He refused to be bathed or touched.

Likely due to severe flashbacks to his mother’s abuse as a human, he refused to allow you to bath him. You had struggled enough to get him into the bath but now he was in the water, he did not want to be touched under any circumstances. Kyle had thrown bottles, glasses and anything around him just to get you away from him.