cw: none

Another pair of kind hands
entered the room. The canary
tried to be good, like it
knew it was supposed to
be. The kind hands were
gentle, and helped patch
it up, and made sure the
curtains were open. But it
was too much – the canary
bit those kind hands. They
did not retaliate, but they
did leave: and the canary
knew, like all the times
before, the hands would
not return.