I'm three buttons down now and a little part of his well-deformed chest peeks at me. My cheeks burn and try hard not to look at it. Will this do? l ask myself as I try to press the towel on it, getting some parts of his shirt wet. No, l don't think so. If continue doing this, he might get even sicker Ottoke, what now? Oh well, I might as well unbutton it all way, l say to myself, trying very hard to look away while doing it. Oh gosh how awkward can this get? He's not even awake and I'm this embarrassed.