Tia
The warm water cascaded over my shoulders, soothing the last remnants of stiffness from my body.
A week had passed since I woke up in that hospital bed, and though I had been discharged, my body still carried the evidence of everything that had happened.
The scars, the bruises, the reminder of how close I had come to not being here at all.
And yet, despite it all, despite the pain and the politics waiting outside these walls, I have this moment.
This stolen, intimate moment with Tia.
She had insisted on helping me, claiming I am still too weak to manage on my own.
I had argued, of course, but secretly, I enjoyed the way she fussed over me.
Therefore here I am in a bathtub taking bath with her helping bath.
And I enjoyed every minute of it.
The way her hands, delicate yet
