I took a gulp of courage, a deep breath, and poked my head out. "Umm… miss, could you come over here please?"
Luckily the attendant was nearby and she came inside. I sighed in relief but the problem wasn't over yet.
"What is it, my lady? Is the size not fitting or is it not to your liking?" her eyes trembled. And she was addressing me with a lot of respect.
I didn't really want to complicate things and so tried to explain. "I can't seem to put this on. Can-can you help me?"
"O-Of course!"
I didn't need underwear for the top portion of my body, as the bandages had me covered and when I told that to the attendant she gave me a big no-no. She tried to peel the bandages but they hurt too much. She even grieved about my left arm. And then she proposed to get me in a shower. Although I survived a month in a cell, my hygiene was kind of messed up.
