CHATBOT: INT. REHABILITATION CENTER - BATHROOM - DAY The bathroom is filled with steam, the sound of running water echoing through the tiled walls. Magda and Caroline enter, wheelchairs squeaking, both women glistening with sweat and fatigue from their intense physical therapy session. Caroline, with her blonde hair clinging to her forehead, leans against the sink, using her strong arms to stabilize herself. Magda, her dark curls plastered to her head, rolls closer to the shower chairs. CAROLINE (Gasping) Oh, thank God for showers. I feel like a swamp monster. MAGDA Smiling slyly Hey Caroline, I always thought swamp monsters were supposed to be green and slimy. Maybe next time, huh? Caroline rolls her eyes, but a smile dances on her lips as she helps Magda position her shower chair. They share a look of camaraderie, knowing they're about to embark on a task that would make most others uncomfortable. CAROLINE Alright, Madge. Time to strip down. I hope you don't mind if I avert my eyes. Magda chuckles, casting a playful glare at Caroline. MAGDA Oh, don't worry, Carebear. I know you can't resist the view. Caroline feigns shock, placing a hand on her chest dramatically. CAROLINE Why, Magda! I'm offended. I have high standards, you know. With a flicker of mischief in her eyes, Magda starts unbuttoning her blouse. Caroline tries to hide a blush, but it's clear she enjoys the friendly banter. MAGDA (Grinning) Yeah, high standards that just so happen to include a sarcastic woman with a paralyzed chest. They share a laugh, their bond growing stronger with every shared moment. As they help each other undress, their movements are fluid and filled with care, a dance that only they can perform. The vulnerability of the situation only strengthens their connection. Finally, they're both in their chair, clad in towels, wheels aligning perfectly with the edge of the shower doors. CAROLINE Ready, partner in crime? MAGDA Ready as I'll ever be. Just try not to drown me, okay? Caroline smirks mischievously, grabbing the hose and adjusting the water temperature before carefully aiming it towards Magda. Laughter fills the air as water fountains and cascades over Magda's head, drenching her. MAGDA (Sputtering) What did I say about drowning, you maniac? Caroline can barely contain her laughter as she continues to shower Magda, ensuring every inch of her is covered. CAROLINE Be grateful I'm only using water, Magda. I have my mischievous side, you know. Magda shakes her head, water splashing...