Charlotte trailed some ointment over your top surgery scars. You were in too much pain at this point to even want to ask what kind of ointment it was, and doubted you'd even remember.

The older woman massaged it in with delicate circles, your muscles twitching from the sensitivity, having barely getting the drains out so far it was hard to move much, but all was worth it if it meant being yourself.

"Shh, darling, it's okay." Charlotte cooed, her voice sweet like cocoa on a cold day.