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TIFU by helping my sick husband

Today, my husband and I had to go to the doctor, the pharmacy, and the library . I initially offered to drop my husband off back home after his doctor's appointment and our trip to the pharmacy, but he said no, he'd like to go to the library with me too (just had to turn in some books of ours and check out some we had on hold).

While we were at the library, my husband really had to use the bathroom. He's a wheelchair user, though normally he's totally fine to move himself from his wheelchair to the toilet. However, he's feeling really sick today and is really fatigued, so I went into the bathroom with him to help him get from his wheelchair to the toilet. The bathroom at our local library branch is just one single user bathroom, so anyone who's waiting to use it just has to stand outside.

We were in the bathroom for a little while, about 15 minutes. When my husband was done, I opened the door for him to exit the bathroom, and as soon as I did that, he said "thanks baby" (referring to me opening the door) and I said "no, thank you, cutie" (for him coming to the library with me instead of having me drop him off at home first).

Immediately after saying this, I stepped out and saw that there was a woman waiting to use the bathroom. She had a mild-to-moderately horrified look on her face and went into the bathroom. Given the face she pulled, we're pretty sure she thought we were fucking in the bathroom. Not the biggest fuck up in the world, but definitely pretty embarrassing (and I really hope she didn't say anything to anyone working there after...)

TL;DR: Helped my husband (who uses a wheelchair) get onto a public toilet and I'm pretty sure the person waiting to use the bathroom thought we were fucking in there.

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