e’s frozen in ce, staring stiffly at the water. I stop beside him. Standing, welting elexity for him to me to my press bar to slide my fingers into his palm, wrapping my hand around hit, slowing his grasping the. She only meets is


    “I can’t do it alpha. It’s going to hurt me<i>,</i><i>” </i>


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    The tremble in his voice is heartbreaking. No matter how I tried to convince him that it’s not going to kot kém, he’s co


    “Step into the tub with me.”


    It hasn’t taken me long to figure out that my tone of voice is key to providing him a sense of calmness, and to my sorg, the day to date my requests. He whines softly as I step into the tub and he remains frozen in ce. I torn to feer kim, yently taking his other hand in sine, to se z slightly until he feels my gentle resistance He looks up to me slowly, apprehension in his eyes,


    “It doesn’t matter what you do, the water itself hurts when I’m like this,”


    His voice is soft, ashamed of admitting to his deep lying fear of experiencing more pain than what he’s already deali


    “That’s why we’ve medicated it. Come, Cole. This is nothing like what you’re expecting it to be


    I watch him patiently shift his legs, watching him wince repeatedly in pain with his movements. I’ve got him on the strongest poségon pán medication can give him but he still appears to be in significant pain from his injuries.


    ‘Ang‘ I link as he slowly starts moving towards the tub.


    ‘Yes sir, is everything okay?‘


    ‘Set him up a shot of toradol. He won’t admit to the pain he’s in.’


    ‘Yes sir.‘


    He stumbles into me getting into the tub. I grab his arms at the elbow to help stabilize him, causing him to yelp briefly before frantically apologizing, 1 dick my tongue softly, quieting his panic.


    “Stand with me a moment, Cole. It’s okay to grab my shirt.”


    I reassure him softly as he leans against me.


    “I know that I’m presenting you a huge challenge by asking you to trust me. To trust us. Everything we are doing is <b>being </b>done to help you heal. It appears that your stress levels have been very high for a long time. Long enough to severely reduce your ability to heal.”


    I’m using my thumbs to gently rub his arms where I’m holding him. He nods slightly with his forehead resting against my chest to my assessment<b>. </b>“Start sitting down. Let’s get you limated to the water.”


    I keep my grip gentle on his arms as I calmly try to persuade him to trust the water we have prepared for him. His body trembles as I hold him against


    mine.


    “It’s okay, I’m going to stay with you until you trust the water. Come on, let’s sit down.”


    I start crouching down gently tugging on his arm to follow me. His body is tense but he does relent. Whining softly, he follows my movements down into the water. He initially handles the slow motion of moving into the water without much fight but there’s something about his bottof hitting the water that changes everything about him.


    He grabs my arms tightly as he starts resisting going any further into the water.


    “Alpha please, I can’t do this.”


    He whines as his feet slip from beneath him. The deeper he goes into the water the more frantic he bes. I get down on my knees carefully straddling his kicking legs as his rear rests on the bottom of the tub. He stills his legs when he realizes that I’m over them but it doesn’t calm his fight, increasing my


    concern


    “Alpha please. This always hurts me. I can’t do this. Please. I’m sorry I’m weak but I can’t do this.”


    I adjust my hold on him so that the majority of his body is now in the water. His <i>fight </i>is weaker than I expect it to be allowing me to sestry subir his fight. I use my body weight to gently pin his aims to his chest while cradling his head in my hands, ensuring that his head doesn’t barges whet 1 se this position to get closer to him, talking calmly in his ear.


    “Cole, you’re making me wonder if medicated baths were used as a form of punishment. Have they?”