I work at a hospital, and my husband was admitted as a patient. Due to our jobs, we'd barely spent any time together lately, and our daily lives had grown increasingly distant. I felt happy at the chance to care for him, hoping we could rekindle our relationship and become close once more. But then, right before my husband's eyes, I was raped by other male patients. In the hospital—a place meant to feel safe—and in front of the man who was supposed to be my emotional support, this happened. Deep inside, anxiety and sorrow began to stir, growing into overwhelming fear for what lies ahead.