Heading to Bed with Krista

My sister wheeled me into my dorm room as she always did for the evening.  After yawning, she said, “I’m going to spend the night with you.”

“That’s fine,” I said as she started gathering my night clothes.

As Krista was taking me into the restroom (I needed assistance transferring in and out of my wheelchair), we heard a voice coming from the other room: “I think there’s a girl in there and I think his door is shut.”

We heard the chime of the intercom and I thought to myself, “He must be new to the suite and doesn’t know.”  The truth was: My sister Krista was allowed into my room whenever – including spending the night – even outside of opposite gender visitation hours at the request of our parents to assist me with getting dressed and getting ready.  Staff that needed to know knew about it, even the one who it a stickler for the rules.

We heard our suite mate on his intercom: “I think the guy in 104 has a girl in his room.  His door is shut.”

A few minutes later, we heard staff talking to the student explaining that I had special reasons that were private in matter.  Turns out it was the one who’s a stickler for the rules, and she was trying to not talk about my special reasons (I had no use of either of my legs since the car crash, and I had limited use of my right arm).

“Let’s get you a shower,” Krista said as she gathered two towels and our shower gear.

We got into the shower room and Krista and I both got our showers as usual.  My sister yawned, “I’m going to spend the night here tonight.”

“Alright.  You look too tired to get back to your suite,” I said while yawning also.