Flash Fiction-Bandages

“Hello! It’s Nurse Dodie!” She shouted, brushing her soaked running shoes on the thick carpet.

The hems of her scrub pants were muddy, but she was confident that this patient wouldn’t notice.

“Mr. Ini? Let’s get your bandages changed!” Her voice was shrill now, with a demanding, cheerful tone.

She dropped the supply pack with a thud in the living room, kneeling to click open the sarcophagus.