Basil sat on the bed, watching John change the bandage on his leg. He could tell that John was skilled, unwrapping the bandage, applying medicine to his swollen and bruised leg. He seemed to have done this kind of thing many times.
John's light and gentle touch made the wound which was quite severe feel less painful. Not to mention John's soothing voice, Basil felt much better than yesterday.
John gave Basil a brass plate to reflect on yesterday. He knew he was not a handsome man, but what he saw made even the ugliest man he had ever met look like a god.
"My face looks like it's been stung by hundreds of bees," he commented yesterday. "It looks like a rotten fruit that has been lying on the ground for three days.
The sound of laughter from John made Basil blush if only the red could still be seen through his blue skin...
