I knocked on the door of the hotel and waited. A few moments later the door opened.
The valet looked at me and then at her.
“Residents?”
Fuck, he’s not going to let her in. This can’t be happening.
“I am and she needs to help me get to bed.”
There was a moment of silence, well apart from the drunks shouting at each other in the distance.
“Otherwise, someone in the hotel will have to help me.”
That did the job.
“Come on in.”
As I went down to the lift I was relieved to feel her holding onto the back of the wheelchair. I quickly pressed the button in case the valet had a change of heart.
Once safely inside the lift, we both started to laugh.
“So, I’m your carer now, am I?”
“I think assistant is the more pc term for it these days. It was quick thinking though, wasn’t it?”
“It sure was, not just a pretty face.”
The lift opened and we continued down the narrow corridor to my room. A quick turn of the keys and we were in.
Now came the challenging part, transfer onto the toilet, then back on the wheelchair, and then into the bed. All the time hoping she didn’t fall asleep waiting.
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