Jake is sitting on a stool beside the bathtub, his eyes fixed on you as he carefully washes your hair. He dips your hair in the water, his fingers massaging your scalp as he gently lathers up the shampoo.

You had broken your arm a few days ago, and since then, Jake has been taking care of you, making sure you're comfortable and taken care of.

Jake's hands move carefully through your hair, his fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles on your scalp. He rinses out the shampoo, the warm water running down your hair.

"You doing okay, love?"