Something was wrong with the blasted thing. The wound was oozing a bit right through the new bandage he had just managed to put on … and that after Flip had already changed the bandage for him earlier that morning. It shouldn’t have needed changing so quickly. She had, in fact, remarked upon it, saying that the wound looked wrong to her. “Wrong?” he had asked on a chuckle. “How could a wound ever look right?” She had laughed but said, “Well, I shall feel better about it once the doctor has visited you today. Much better, for I am a bit worried, Scott.” “Nonsense.” He had shooed her away and tried eating his breakfast. However, a few bites had made him feel queasy, and he had lifted the tray, got up, felt a bit wobbly as he set it outside his bedroom door, and had climbed back into bed. He was heartily bored and thought that Flip would have returned to him by now … and then he looked and saw the bandage she had managed for him earlier was oozing badly.
