After a second, he looks at me. “Would you mind helping me?” The resignation is clear in his tone. Deciding that this will be less painful all around the quicker it’s done, I grab his clothes. Reaching behind him to untie the hospital gown, I hand him the long-sleeved shirt he must have come here in. He pulls it over his own head while I sort out the rest. Bending, I tug his socks on swiftly and then stand up to offer him a hand. When he rises, he sways dangerously and clenches his jaw. Once he’s got a hand on the bed and one on my shoulder, I kneel down to help him step into his jeans.
