The Story of Us

Underneath

"Sawyer, dear," calls Margaret, one of Faye's nurses. "Could you help me change her bandages?"

I look to Faye. Her face has gone almost completely red. "I mean, he can if he wants."

I shrug. "I've done it before."

Her face seems to brighten in colour. "Of course you have."

I sit down in my usual seat and get to work. I start on her leg, snipping away the bandages. What lies underneath always haunts me.

Her leg has turned a dark shade of blue, and has multiple open wounds on it, along with several smaller scratches.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you," Margaret walks over to a cabinet and starts rummaging through the stuff inside it. "Faye, dear, you're getting a cast for your arm and leg today!"

Faye smiles gratefully. "Thank you."

"Sawyer, your going to be my little helper today. I'll show you how to do it."

We go through the procedure and successfully put casts on Faye's limbs.

"Thanks guys. Means a lot."

She smiles, and yet I can still see pain in the depths of her eyes.