Doc kneeled beside me. I inspected the tubing. Sweat pooled on my brow. I hadn't been looking forward to the first day in on my most recent "promotion".
Burnt from the waist up, her skin resembled burger meat. Grisly.
Doc looked me straight in the eye. "Go ahead, you're the qualified technician."
I strained. Ugh.
Her eyes swivelled helplessly.
I pointed skywards. The lightbulb flickered. Stormy night in England.
I strained.
One of her boils wobbled like jelly. Then it popped. Pop. Pus dripped onto the blue and white hospital tiled flooring.
I fit her with the tubing. That's how she eats.
Hamburger lady, Hamburger lady.