She scooted behind him, and put the cold, wet cloth to his hot and sweaty face. His cheeks were flushed a bright shade of pink, and she rested the cloth against them, then rubbed his forehead with the cloth. He sighed, and rested his head on her arm.
She looked down at his sweet, angelic face, and felt for him. She had no idea whatsoever of why she was helping this terribly pathetic man, but she couldn't leave him like this. Drunk, sick, and vomiting with a fever on the cold floor of his hotel suite.
He looked at her through empty eyes that were tired and coated by tears from vomiting. She looked back into them, and he closed them tiredly. She knew he was done vomiting for the evening, she would give him coffee in the morning. She picked him up, and he slowly helped her lift himself from the floor.
She guided him over to the sink, where she proceeded to splash his face with cold water for a few minutes. When he was done, she grabbed a towel and dried him off, then led him to the doorway, where he proceeded to collapse.
After struggling with him for a few minutes, she managed to drag all six feet, four inches of him to the bed, where she dropped his now limp body on the bed. She went over to where his suitcase was, and opened it. She felt bad rummaging through his belongings, but she couldn't leave him there in his vomit-covered clothing.
She finally found a fresh shirt, and went over to the bed. She pulled off his shoes and socks, then took off his dirty shirt and threw it into her hamper. She managed to get the shirt off, then quickly slipped the fresh one on. She noticed his muscled chest, with only a slight trace of hair that started at his navel and ran down past his abdomen and down into his pants.
She shook her head, trying to shake the thoughts from her head. She looked guiltily at the belt buckle, knowing that they would have to come off. She reached for it slowly, as if he was going to awaken and scream at her. She almost scared herself when her hands finally found it and started to unbuckle. She jumped when he stirred slightly, then cautiously started to unbuckle it. It came off, then she cringed when she saw the button fly on his jeans.
She undid the first two easily, then tried to slide them off, but to no avail. She undid another, and then another, finally able to slide them off. She gasped and her mouth dropped open when she saw a tent forming in his boxers.
He suddenly opened his eyes, still not even vaguely aware of what was happening. He looked at her, then at the tent, then his eyes met her panicked ones. He suddenly smiled giddely, then sat up more.
"Well look what you've done to me." He said with a sly smile.
"I'm so sorry." She said.
"I don't even remember the show…did you get a backstage pass?" He asked, before collapsing back on the bed.