Gail weeps as he wipes the sick from her chin. He turns on the shower and helps her in. There’s some nice imperial lather shower gel on the side. He opens out her hands and pours it in. She’s shivering. The shower takes a little while to get going. But it’s getting warmer. The shower gel smells of various tropical herbs and berries that may or may not have been invented by the Imperial Lather marketing team. What would be the harm? A little taste? No one would notice. She wretches again but nothing comes out. He fetches her a cup of cold water. Gail’s not in a good place. But he doesn’t mind. Because he still really fancies her.