he undoes my bra

76 year old Marie came to hospital. She was rushing to get here you see, but not in this manner. Her husband, Henry of 54 years was admitted two days earlier with very poor lungs, she had to see him, and she had to leave speedily to make it in time for visiting hours.

While rushing out as quickly as her seventy six year old knees could carry her, a twig sneakily grabbed her dainty foot sending her sliding to the ground. That fall did not break anything, but it did cause quite a strain on her back. That was how I met her.

The ambulance brought her in. To fully examine her, I needed her to take off her clothes. She managed all but her undergarments, her seventy six year old shoulders could no longer reach behind her back as it once did. 

Could you help me with my bra? I always have trouble with it

So I did, but how did she manage to change in the last two day I questioned curiously.

I can't. Henry always undoes my bra. That's why I need him at home

I put her in a hospital gown and sent her off for XRays of her spine to ensure there was no underlying fracture. When she got back from XRays, an eighty year old familiar face in a borrowed wheelchair was waiting for her in her cubicle.

The ambulance crew had gone up to his ward and told him his wife had a little fall. They arranged for a nurse to bring him down to the Emergency Department to see her.

That's my Henry she says, he undoes my bra