Jessica puffs her lips out and frowns in a childish pout. She looks at the stained gauze and the stitches on Andrew’s chest. The surgical site is still red and swollen and a light yellow liquid seeps from the wound. Andrew sighs.
“You have to sterilize it first,” Andrew says, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. “I thought you said you knew how to do this.”
“I do,” Jessica says.
She clumsily pours the sterilizing solution onto a cotton pad and dabs it on his chest. She squeezes the cotton too hard and the cold liquid soaks the wound and trickles down his chest to his stomach. He flinches and glares up at her.
“Andrew, stop moving around,” Jessica says, pressing the cotton even harder. “I’m almost done.”
Andrew looks down at his stinging chest and sees that fresh blood has m
