His actions were deft and fluid, sweeping through the process of cleaning and bandaging in a choreography of swift motions. It was so efficient that you could barely keep up just by watching. In no time, Flossie Wright's hand had been thoroughly bandaged up. Despite the prickly sting of her wound, the layers of bandage on the back of her hand reminded her that something had indeed happened.
Flossie's previously furrowed brow gradually relaxed. She moved her hand slightly and nodded at Glenn Hutchinson, "Thanks."
Her gaze finally left her wounded hand. Glenn spared her a glance before his cell phone, which he had hung up not too long ago, started ringing again. He casually glanced at it and, after some hesitation, picked it up.
However, just as he answered it, he heard an authoritative voice boom out, "What was that noise just now, why is there a woman in your unit?!"
Uh...
Hearing that clearly, Flossie blinked her eyes, awkwardly touching her nose.
