When Cecilia peeled the curtain away Juno whimpered faintly, feeling even more humiliated now than she had before, which up until this very moment had seemed impossible. And yet, here she was. She managed not to flinch too much at Cecilia's touch on her bare shoulder, glancing up at the woman with a grimace. "I don't wanna lean on you, doc. I get it, I do, but I'm naked, you know? I don't wanna lean on anyone while naked." she complained, at this moment finding this even harder than dealing with the pain. Juno knew pain, albeit not all forms of it by any stretch; she'd learnt to deal with it. Being this exposed, not so much.
Without wanting to put any weight onto her hurt leg, and while hissing from the pain to it all the while, Juno pushed herself off the tub, ending up having to lean on Cecilia a little more than she had wanted to. She ended up descending slowly onto the floor and then tried to sit up again quickly, trying to keep from actually falling onto Cecilia's lap like those Italian sculptures that got replicated over and over through history whose name she didn't remember, but which she was pretty sure represented Jesus being held by his mom. Or something. In the end, it was a lot more leaning and a lot more holding on than she would have liked by any stretch.
"Okay, hard part's over. I'm sorry." she said, voice straining as she pulled away from Cecilia and held her head up, leaning the back of her neck against the edge of the tub. "Dizzy as fuck, no change otherwise, by the way. Lucky we're around the same height, 'cause I don't trust myself not to wobble like a fucking egg when I do stand up." she looked at Cecilia with a pained expression. "I'm so sorry about this shit."