Today’s excerpt is from Father
Mulligan, Book #8 of the nine-book Asps Series. Bear gets his wish to leave the clinic and
head home after his repeated hijinks get his point home. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
While
those two were getting ready for their visit to the edge of the Papoulias
estate property, Jeep walked into Bear’s room at the clinic. “Okay, pain in the ass, your ride to freedom
is on the way. Jim’s coming to pick you
up. Should be here in the morning some
time. Last I heard, he was over the
Atlantic.”
“Thank
you, kind sir doctor.”
“You do know if I had my way, you’d stay here
for at least another week, don’t you?
Wasn’t for all the ruckus you’ve caused, I’d insist on it.”
“What
ruckus?”
“Your crabs,
for starters.”
“Oh,
that.”
Bear,
having every intention of becoming such a bother to the staff they would let
him go home, had started devising ways to be just what Jeep had called him…a
very large pain in the ass. One of his
stunts was to start scratching when one of the nurse’s aides came into his
room—as he did, he groaned, “I’ve tried to tell everyone the crabs I picked up
in Kenya are driving me nuts. Can’t you
help me out here?”
Soon
thereafter, all sorts of attention was being paid to Bear. He was moved out of his bed, the linen was
changed, an on-call doctor was summoned, only to determine—after a thorough
inspection of the area where crabs normally existed on a human body—the
maddening little critters seemed to be absent.
That
performance was followed up with a prank on a new-to-him nurse who brought in
his lunch one day. He looked at the tray
before and shook his head. “Boy, the
word sure doesn’t seem to get around.
I’m deathly allergic to rice pudding.
The rice causes me to go into convulsions. Can’t you do something about putting it on my
chart or something?”
Of
course, Bear had no such allergy. After
much commotion about the rice “episode,” he quietly asked another nurse’s
aide—who was giving him a sponge bath—“Did you bring the medication for my skin
disease…whatever the long name is? I’m
told it’s much more contagious the closer I am to my time period to take the
pills?”
The
aide, who in spite of wearing gloves, dropped the sponge before she hurried out
of the room—to be replaced by Jeep a short time later—who raised all kinds of
hell with Bear. Bear simply smiled as he
took it all in. When Jeep finished, Bear
totally dismissed the tirade by the doctor.
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