Chapter 6“You don’t look very comfortable,” I said, tilting my head and studying Val. The hospital had diagnosed a separated shoulder, and provided a sling arrangement that kept Val’s right arm pinned close to her body, and her right hand pointed up toward her left shoulder. I’d set Val up on the living room couch, and noticed that the pillow behind her had slipped out of position.
“Lean forward,” I said. She complied. “Here, that should be better.”
As I straightened, my face passed close to hers. I paused for a moment, aware of her physical closeness.
“Thank you for this,” she said. “You were right, it would have been harder on my own, at home.”
I snorted. “Listen. A separated shoulder is no fun. I had one, once. It’s a pain trying to do everything with one hand, especially at first.”
