The nurse stopped the bed as she noticed his pain, then left the room. Andre's eyes flicked to the man in the bed across from him. He was likely in his sixties, and he was grinning back at him.
"Sponge bath is best part!" the man chuckled in a thick Slavic accent.
Andre frowned. He didn't want a bath from the nurse. He glanced to the doorway where she was returning with a small rolling cart. She stopped it next to his bed and pulled the privacy curtain around them.
"No..." Andre moaned as his bruises protested being moved.
The nurse gave him a small sympathetic glance, then proceeded with her preparations. "Mr. Marin, your sister will pick you up this morning, and you don't want her to smell you in this state. The bath will be quick, and you will smell much better and feel refreshed on
