THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 136's. Birthdays
"Blow the candle." After dinner we all gathered to celebrate James' birthday. With a pile of cupcakes and decorated with small candles on it.
"It's a lucky day to just get hit by a bullet." He actually said it was for his birthday. Everyone laughs.
"Luckily you're just stuck, otherwise we won't have a cake today." Mr. Adam and the mayor answered his hope with the same joke. He was not just hit by a bullet.
The little celebration is over. Everyone rested, birthday cakes were distributed to all.
"I want out of this room."
"Where are you going?!" I almost screamed when he stepped on his leg.
"Go back to my room."
"You just finished the operation. Why don't you just stay here."
"It's just taking out a bullet in the shoulder, if the battlefield they're doing it without being drugged."
"What's your problem if you stay here."
"I don't want to be here. Ask yourself why you didn't want to be treated in the ward yesterday. This patient's shirt sucks. Can you just get me a wheelchair." She was wearing a long negligent patient gown, because she was the height of the patient's shirt above her knees, it seemed uncomfortable for her to walk like that.
I smiled at him. That's a funny thing. Wh why? She was ashamed that the civilian nurses looked at her so.
"Tootsie, uh,..."
"Why with that patient's dress, it's sexy. You can tease the nurse with your looks." I tease. No matter what he thinks.
"You're not intentionally." My smile is wider. "Tootsie, can I ask you this is embarrassing." Now he's welding. He dislikes being the object of admiration and cares deeply about his reputation here it seems.
"Fine-fine, wait here." I finally did it because I couldn't. He took her wheelchair and pushed her into his room.
"Sit down, I'll push you up."
"Well, where are you going?" Two nurses intercepted him.
"I'm just gonna rest in my room."
"Why not just here, we can help you."
"It's okay. I can do it myself, thank you. But I'll be fine. Jen, come on."
"The boss's order." I grimaced at the nurse who lost the opportunity to be the nurse of this handsome boss.
We got to his room later. He has a private room as the head of the medical team.
"Help?" For a while he had to be careful with the movement in his left arm, otherwise the new stitches would have opened. She seemed to be hesitant about my offer but realized she had no choice but to accept my help.
"Why you? Scared me? I won't touch you on purpose..." I'm glad he's helpless.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you." I laughed at the question.
"I'm not 17-year-old James. What could happen other than I saw a little. You're so overreacting." I knew he had no choice, maybe he was afraid that my brother would rise from his grave and beat him up, that thought made me keep smiling. "Where are your clothes."
"From that,..." He pointed at a closet.
I picked up the front button shirt that seemed comfortable because it was like a holiday shirt.
"Here? It's easier to wear than a t-shirt."
"Yes it can." I took a rather long boxer then.
She sits on the bed and gets into the blanket, she's smart too. He must have insisted I didn't want to help him wear a subordinate.