My name is Alicia. Like Sleeping Beauty, I have awoken from a coma lasting several years: delivered, after an unwanted pregnancy. My speech recovered, what shall I say? I wish to speak of Almodóvar’s tale, Hable con ella (Talk to Her) with its view of quality supportive care. I am pondering such things as respect, identity, otherness, charity, autonomy, and the curious mutations of love. These questions came to me, quite forcefully, in the long sleep where I lived under the varied ministrations of my main nurse, Benigno. I am also tirelessly questing for the meaning of caring gestures, from the viewpoint of giving and indebtedness. What is the spirit of giving? What am I in fact doing, in this telling of “my” tale? My gaze, in turns candid and dark, is searching out the frailties of love.