Nadia
“Easy, Jade,” the taller woman says, putting her hand on Jade’s shoulder. “She’s helping.”
Jade hesitates but then her face falls in apology. “Sorry,” she says, working the word around her wheezing breath.
“Here, darling,” Grace says, taking the blanket from the bottom of the bed and wrapping it around Jade’s shoulders. “Let’s get you cozy warm while we work.”
Jade gives Grace a small smile and lets me continue to probe at her wrist.
I smile at Jade, trying my best to be friendly – which doesn’t always come naturally to me. I work the wrist as gently as I can, stopping when she flinches. “It hurts a lot, yeah?”
She nods and we go through a few experiments to see how much mobility she has, stopping when it hurts too much. A tall woman with red hair streaked with grey comes into
