“Ssssooooooo…” Pirhanna said, biting her lip when Jonathan winced from the disinfectant. She was finding it hard to concentrate on her job without thinking about how deep the cuts were, and the smell of blood, however faint, was making her queasy. She looked at her fingertips, covered in scarlet, and squeezed her eyes shut tightly as she picked up a fresh piece of gauze.
She tried to think of something to distract him, and the only thing that came to mind was an old Halloween costume. “Hey, I have a nurse dress I could change into, if you want,” she joked awkwardly.
You’re doing very well, if it makes you feel better.
“Well,” she sighed. “Never thought I’d hear you say that. Then again, people don’t often tell me I’m good at things, so I can’t complain…” She puckered her lips absently and pressed still more gauze onto his bony back. It was getting easier by the minute.
“Careful darling. Even strokes.”