Seraphina's POV
I looked at this man who was apparently planning to help me take my pants off and screamed, my face probably the color of a tomato. "I can do that with ONE HAND! You don't have to help me! Please, I'm begging you, just go out!"
He raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"
"YES! Absolutely! One hundred percent sure! Please leave!"
"Okay," he nodded and finally started backing toward the door. "I'll be standing right outside. If you need my help, just call me."
I nodded frantically, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole. But he still didn't leave. He just stood there in the doorway, giving me instructions.
"Don't put pressure on your shoulder. Take your time. If you feel dizzy, sit down immediately. Don't try to do too much. Remember, I'm right outside if you need anything. Just one shout and I'll—"
"I GOT IT! Please just go!" I practically shoved him out and closed the door in his face.
