Gentle Surrender

"Yes."

He opened the door and found me sitting hunched on the floor, my hurt arm held close to my chest, my face showing only tired defeat. He was by my side in a second, kneeling down. "What's wrong?" The fear was back in his eyes.

"I have to keep the cast dry," I whispered, pointing weakly to the plastic sleeve the nurse had given me. "I can't... I can't get it on by myself."

Understanding washe