[ He's not too worried about coping with less fingers than normal — it wasn't exactly rare for people to lose one or two back on the farm — but right now it hurts and he's not getting the good painkillers. There are no protests at her helping him out of his clothes, not even some shy, self-conscious shimmying when he's down to his birthday suit. He just gets in under the spray, shuddering a little at the heat from the water. ]
I can just... rinse off, right? I mean, I can't really.. [ Lather himself up. ]