"Juno, I don't care," Cecilia said, as patiently as possible. "My job is all day nudity and medical oddities and trauma and I promise you I'm not going to see anything so shocking that I decide 'hey, peace out, deal with this yourself.' I'm not trying to humiliate or dehumanize you, I'm going to respect your privacy as much as I can, but I'm not willing to risk a second fall." She stayed as strong and steady as she could, keeping her eyes off of Juno's body as much as possible for the woman's comfort, but she was greatly relieved when Juno was actually out of the tub and sitting on the floor. It wasn't ideal, but it was better.
Cecilia moved quickly, releasing Juno long enough to grab a dry towel and wrap it around Juno. "I'm thinking you've got a pretty decent concussion, Juno," she said. "Which is not great, but nowhere near the worst that could have happened. Dizzy is normal. I need you to let me know if you feel like you need to throw up, or if you feel any sharp pains in your neck or your back. When we get up, we're not going to go far." Actually, with that thought in mind Cecilia turned around and put the lid down on the toilet seat. "That's it, that's our goal. Then we'll get you dressed and dry and see what we're dealing with, okay? It's all okay, it's going to be fine. Don't be sorry."