....Nothing happened. [ is his stubborn reply as Nurse Joy, seeing his mangled fingers from behind the counter, rushes over with a first aid kit, ushering Miles into one of the lobby chairs.
The next ten minutes that it took Nurse Joy to treat the boy's hands mostly involved her almost pouring disinfectant onto the cuts as well as avalanching him with question after question - what happened, why was he wet and why were his hands covered in dirt, the tears, the cold, what, why, how--
they were questions Miles had wanted to avoid, and he does so. He sat in his seat uncomfortably, his eyes locked on the bandages the nurse was wrapping around his hand.]
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Date: 2010-12-29 07:08 am (UTC)The next ten minutes that it took Nurse Joy to treat the boy's hands mostly involved her almost pouring disinfectant onto the cuts as well as avalanching him with question after question - what happened, why was he wet and why were his hands covered in dirt, the tears, the cold, what, why, how--
they were questions Miles had wanted to avoid, and he does so. He sat in his seat uncomfortably, his eyes locked on the bandages the nurse was wrapping around his hand.]