Blind from weeks of crying alone on a hot island full of wild animals.
She had gone through the pains of premature delivery all alone, given birth to their son all alone and had no one to aid her in taking a bath so now, she smelled like a corpse.
“We’re almost home.” He said, trying as much as possible to sound normal. He didn’t want her to know that he was crying.
She needed a bath, so he took her by the hand and led her to a safe place where he could wash her.
She had a lot of wounds and a number of them had gotten infected. Most of them weren’t healed and he had to take extra caution in preventing the salt water from coming in contact with them.
There was so much grime and dirt and cakes of blood with sand all over her body but they had no soap. He tried his best in washing off most of the blood and grime from her body and when he was done, she didn’t smell so bad.
He proceed to wash the baby but the little creature couldn’t stop squealing. Venus looked up with a worried expression on her face.
“I tried to breastfeed him but I don’t know if anything came out.”
She really needed to stop saying those things. He knew he deserved to hear them, but that wouldn’t take the pain he had selfishly put them through away. He washed the baby gently with the water and handed him to Venus when he wouldn’t stop crying.
Then he did the only thing he knew could be of help to them right now, he took off all his clothes and made Venus wear them.
And he was stark naked.