He smiles at her forest bathroom comment, but then stumbles as a sharp pain cuts through his abdomen.  He catches himself on the restroom doorway.  He listens to her instructions, nodding ... "Thank you, Doc."  She motions towards the treatment bed and he is startled to see restraining straps.  "<em>What the fuck ...</em>" he thinks.  Her explanation assures him, and he laughs at himself for being so foolish.  "Oh right ... the slaves ..."  He walks to the back of the small restroom and undresses.  The effort tires him ... and he wonders what could be wrong with him.  He was glad to have found this clinic.<br/><br/>He puts his filthy clothes where she had directed ... even he could not stand the smell clinging to them.  It embarrassed him to think what she must have thought of him.  He turns on the water to a comfortable temperature and steps in.  It felt so good!  He had been so long without such comforts ... it was heavenly to stand in the water.  But he does not delay ... the doctor is waiting.  He lathers and cleans his toned body, ensuring to clean all parts thoroughly as to not offend her again.<br/><br/>He steps out of the shower ... he can see her in the next room and quickly wraps the damp towel around his waist.  He emerges from the shower and lays down on the table.  "That shower was great, Doc ... I really needed it."  He smiles ... but he becomes lightheaded and feels himself ready to pass out.  He breaths hard and recovers ... his voice weakened, "Okay, Doc ... I am ready ..."