Ben still had his damp boxers on, and she removed them for him. She took the wipes and gently wiped him clean, taking extra care around his penis and testicles. She unfolded the thick Abri-form Mike had provided her with, opening it up ready to slide under Ben’s bottom.
“Can you just raise your bottom up slightly?” she asked, “That’s it.” She slid the nappy under Ben, pulling the front over his penis, and expertly taping it up. “There you go,” she said. “Do you want a T-shirt.”
“Yes please,” Ben croaked, his throat felt dry, “Can I have some water?”
“Of course, just wait there.” She handed him a T-shirt from the bag, and left to get him a jug of water.