"Come over here, miss... Yeah, you, come on...", Miss Nurse said, calling Magnolia.
"Is it cool if I show you how to clean his wound?", asked the nurse.
"Sure thing, Ma'am."
"You're not squeamish about wounds, especially when they change color?"
"No worries, Ma'am. I used to clean my grandpa's amputated leg, he's diabetic."
"Ah, good! It's kinda the same. Instead of sterilizing with alcohol or water and soap; alcohol stings and we can't be sure how clean water is; so just use betadine solution to keep bacteria away," the nurse explained as she started applying cotton dipped in betadine from a stainless dish using some locking scissors.
"Just apply a thin layer, then cover it with gauze or any clean cloth to keep it out of his eyes. Now, give it a shot," she instructed, and Magnolia followed.
"Yeah, just like that. Cover all the discolorations on his injury because there could be tiny wounds we can't see. This prevents infection. See, there are scratches appearing. Do the same around the swelling. Now you can see the bump. Do this every day. Got it?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Magnolia replied, and the nurse went back to the supply room.
"Here's the betadine, gauze, and cotton. And some band-aids. You're in charge now. No need to take him to the hospital. Do it again, Christopher, and it's straight to the hospital for you!" the nurse joked.
We all smiled at her sense of humor.
"But you're not feeling dizzy, Christopher?" the nurse asked.
"Dizzy but probably because I'm hungry."
"Ah, okay. So, fill out this form for your medical report. I'll give a copy to Ma'am Donaldo, your Auntie."
Once I finished the paperwork, thanked the nurse, and said goodbye, the three of us walked out together.
"Ouch!", Magnolia pinched my side, still grinning.
"You were staring at the nurse's boobs! You perv!"
"Ha ha!", laughed Bernard.
"No way! I was looking at her face, she looks like a Japanese!"
"Yeah, our nurse is pretty. First time I've been in a clinic," Bernard chimed in.
"Next time I'll get injured too, ha ha!!" Bernard added.
"You guys are such pervs!", Magnolia said, her dimples showing.
"Come on! Just appreciating beauty, not being pervy," Bernard defended.
"Yeah, just admiring. And what if I say you're beautiful, does that make me a perv?", I teased.
"Behave yourself...!", Magnolia said, pinching me again, this time with more force and length.
"Ouch! You're gonna kill me!", I yelped.
"Poor you, Chris, looks like you're getting beat up by your nurse!", Bernard joked.