Accept

You don't know why, but you let her do the same to your other hand. She places is in the safety strap and tightens it.

(Did you want her to?)

Her grip is soft but firm. You wonder if you could have fought it if you tried. With both hands strapped to the rails at your sides, you aren't able to move out of bed or block her hands.

"Remember," she says, "honesty is important."

She stands at your left side and places one hand on your rib with the other on your hip. A single "AH" erupts from your throat before she touches. You lurch, forgetting thatand she nods approvingly.