Oh, always. Margery, the useless cunt, calls off whenever she pleases. Five new admissions, three new hires from the agency who don't know their pretty little heads from a collection of holes in the ground... But you don't want to hear any of that. The details of caregiving would bore you to tears, I'm sure.

( it's been beautiful to watch his love grow better by the day. like watching a plant sprout from a seed, each new day sees waylon taller and stronger than the day before. he'd like to take some credit, but every good nurse knows that it takes more the medicine and well wishes for a patient to get better.

it's waylon's drive to see them as a family unit that mends his bones better than before.

eddie hardly has to assist waylon with his meals these days. he misses the days when his wife was wholly and utterly dependent on him, but he loves to see how far she's come. he loves her, as every man should love their beloved. )

After you've finished your meal, we'll bathe you. It's time. You're beautiful, but I imagine you're positively grimy beneath those bedclothes of yours. Afterwards, we'll watch a nice film while I take your measurements. Snow White feels suitable, but a tale of a slutty woman who shares her home with seven slovenly men isn't the kind of message I'd force upon you.