One of the characters is named Nurse Joy, but I did not intent them to be in the likeness of the character from Pokemon. This is the first part of 2, and I hope you enjoy.
“Time for your bath, Mr. Slightbower.” Joy said pleasantly.
I didn’t know how to feel about getting bathed by someone else. I felt like an old man who couldn’t do it himself, and while I indeed couldn’t do it on my own, it wasn’t because of my age. I was in my early forties, so I knew I was halfway to that, but right now all that was wrong with me was two broken arms. Since the casts go to my upper arm, I can’t bend my elbows rendering me unable to do various tasks including bathing myself. Before today this subjected me to being bathed by a middle aged Asian man. But today I had a different feeling, almost a powerful feeling. Gone were the rough, uncaring hands of Nurse Toni and now Nurse Joy, the nurse in training, was to bathe me. I felt akin to a James Bond villain to be bathed by a young and attractive woman. And let me tell you, Joy was attractive.