I'd initially booked the couples' locker room with other intentions in mind.
Caleb was in the next room.
Sensing my distress, he finished changing and knocked on the partition, inquiring, "Are you able to dress yourself?"
I couldn't. My limbs felt like jelly.
But he wasn't going to come over and help me, was he?
To my surprise, he did.
Caleb was always the calm gentleman, even in the most embarrassing situations.
He regarded me with an intense look of desire as he took in my disheveled state.
He scrutinized me from head to toe, his gaze so piercing that time seemed to stand still.
Yet, his hands moved with swift precision, and in no time, he had me dressed and ready to face the emergency that awaited us.
It took him only fifteen minutes to make the twenty-minute trip from the hot spring to the hospital.
After pulling up, we both got out of the car.
With his height and long strides, Caleb quickly outpaced me.
To an outsider, it might have seemed that it was his father who had been injured, not mine.
I was about to hurry to catch up when he paused, turned, and extended his hand to me.
If he'd shown this much thoughtfulness and initiative just half an hour earlier, I would have been overjoyed.