“Let’s get you up.” “No,” I manage to say. “I don’t want to.” My voice breaks, and I start coughing. “This isn’t about what you want. It’s about what you need,” she says, pulling me upright and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. She has me sitting up before I even have time to argue or fight back. “Just look how dirty your beard is. It’s full of food.”
