Your teacher quickly turns off the shower and scoops you up, wiping the dripping water off his nose. "Sorry." He says as you shake yourself off.
It's pointless, though. You're surrounded by his warm, dripping wet hand. Not that you mind; You haven't felt so safe and protected since the accident.
You explain what you can about the lab and the incident, trying not to implicate yourself too much -- You don't want to be expelled once you're returned to normal size.
"Jack, that's just awful." He says warmly, throwing on a shirt and cargo shorts from his gym bag. "Let me get you home so I can take care fo you. You must be starving."
"Um.. Kinda. But, like, shouldn't we be going to a hospital or something?" You ask.
"We'll talk about all that tonight, Jack. You just relax and curl up in my towel. You're safe now."
Welling places you gingerly in his gym bag and zips it up, rushing out. You have to admit that you do feel exhausted, and the smel lof your teacher's clothes is comforting if not a little strong.
So you curl up and fall asleep to the gentle rocking of your surroundings. It's not until you wake up the next morning that you realise how tired you really were. And there, in front of you, is Mr Welling..
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