After two more torturous mouthfuls, she put down her fork, and stood. "Where are the bandages?" As if by magic, a maid appeared holding a tray containing crisp white bandages, a bowel of water, and a small towel. Eyeing the supplies, a pang of disappointment shot through her.
This isn't going to work.
There had to be an antiseptic she could use to clean the gash in her head. From what she remembered from her nursing 101 classes, distilled spirits were some of the best field antiseptics.
"Do you have any alcohol? Gin would be best because it's clear, but if you don't have any, maybe brandy or whiskey?"
Millie curled her lip. "Dear, no civilized household in England has whiskey, and gin rots the guts; however, we do have a rather large supply of brandy on hand. My nephew loves his brand
