“You got hit by a car?” I can hear her trying not to laugh. “Yes. Naked. I was flexing and the driver got distracted. I caused a ten-car pileup.” “And you’re in the hospital?” “Yep, and they keep staring at all my muscles.” I sigh. “It’s making me feel objectified, like a piece of meat. I don’t know how I’m going to get through this without you.”