The knitted fabrics are about three dozen or about one and a half years old in the creative fingers of Miss Verlette at the Patronal Audagird Hospital. In that one and a half years, her fingers never stopped knitting.
Various types of sweeters, from one color to three types of colors. There are also knit beanie hats, gloves, scarves and small bags.
“Whoa! It's really cool!” Abigail's eyes glistened like stars, as she sorted out Verlette's knitting one by one.
For women, handcrafted knitted fabrics are unique treasures that are not easy to find.
“Re-really, Abi?” Verlette's red eyes glistened.
"Well, isn't that too much?" added Mr. Clovis while scratching his head and somewhat objected. “The problem is… there's almost nowhere else to go. After all, no one wants to-"
Verlette stepped on Mr. Clovis very strong.
“Oucchh, My Dearest, why!?” Mr. Clovis shrieked, lifting his left leg. Even though he was wearing shoes, it seemed that the expression on Mr. Clovis wasn't being made up, thought Abigail.
Verlette muttered indignantly, and looked away.
“M-My dearest!!” Mr. Clovis lowered his head, begging Verlette for mercy.
“Mr. Clovis, you should think of a proper answer for Lady Verlette…”
Abigail lectures Mr. Clovis before Verlette. He said that it is better not to use sentences that cause bad effects. For example, the section 'No one wants' indicates that Verlette's knitting is bad. Hurting a woman's feelings is an almost unforgivable punishment.
"Th-well... I-looks like I need to learn a lot from you, Abi!" Mr. Clovis looked helpless. He returned to his office desk with a little sad.
Meanwhile…
Julia Chalice, not the least bit moved. Apparently, she wasn't that interested.
Abigail then advised Verlette to buy a clothes rack to store the knitted items.
“Meanwhile… it would be better if these knitted fabrics were hung up, how about that? Or Miss Verlette… would you like to share these knitting with other people?”
Verlette stared at the mound for a moment, a pile of knitted fabric that barely covered half of her bed. Her brows furrowed, she seemed to be thinking about something.
“Hm… it feels sad….” Verlette lightly lifted her knitted sweater sleeve that was in the pile. "If... no one wears it... it feels... it's a shame…."
"Hm... want to use a magnetic hanger like I hung my uniform?" said Mr. Clovis suddenly, pointed at the back of his seat. There are several coats and formal clothes hanging.
#Hah… (Sighed)
(He has a hanger why didn't Miss Verlette's knitted thing hang for a while...? Huh..)
(Er, hold on? Why don't you just order a wardrobe, huh?) Abigail thought in surprise.
"But the walls are covered with thick carpet like this?"
"I'm a cutting expert!" Mr. Clovis quickly took out a small knife from his coat pocket.
"O-okay, I'll help too, Mr. Clovis." Abigail was a little surprised when the dapper man accompanied by a big smile took out a small knife from his coat. She slightly remembered the thriller film she had watched in high school.
Now Abigail and Mr. Clovis worked on the magnetic hanger. Abigail advanced the medical cart, then suggested Mr. Clovis had to put up the magnetic clothes hanger near the entrance.
Mr. Clovis hollowed out the rug in a rectangular shape. His hands looked calm and easily tore the thick carpet.
After that…
Mr. Clovis took an electric drill and drilled into the side of the rectangular wall. End with the last hole in the center. Now three small holes are created, the size of which fits the three magnetic tubes.
The three magnetic tubes were coated with glue and inserted into each of the three holes. So…
The magnetic clothes hanger has been successfully made.
"Hehehe! I'm a handyman! Mr. Clovis was proud of himself.
Abigail and Mr. Clovis looked satisfied. While Verlette has now finished her breakfast. After taking Verlette's empty bowl, Abigail immediately injected and drank the vitamins to Miss Verlette.
It is just…
Julia Chalice, still not moving. After an hour Abigail waited, Julia Chalice didn't even touch her bowl let alone move an inch.
That made Abigail a little worried.
"Ah! Only one problem, though…”
"What's wrong Mr. Clovis?"
Abigail turned to Mr. Clovis who wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Hehe… I haven't bought the clothes hanger yet, hehe….”
(W-WHAT!?)
***
Half an hour has passed….
Abigail gives permission for Madame Murtlock to buy a clothes hanger in the mini market in Dublin. Any reasons as long as they are related to Mr. Clovis, Madame Murtlock never forbids. As long as it's not criminal or violates hospital rules.
Abigail had also told all the nurses that Verlette's knitting was distributed to everyone who wanted it. All the nurses looked curious and promised to visit Verlette's room after work. About after dinner.
After getting some aluminum clothes hangers, Abigail immediately returned to room 33. With the help of Mr. Clovis, now all of Verlette's knitting looks neat and looks beautiful.
Abigail, even though she was struggling, her face looked happy.
“Abi…. Thank you….” said Verlette.
"You're welcome. As fellow knitters, we have to support each other, right?”
Verlette's small smile relieved Abigail. She was satisfied that her efforts were not in vain. While Mr. Clovis promised to have ordered a glass display case to be placed in the room.
And Verlette, back to knitting as usual.
Meanwhile…
Abigail turned her gaze to Julia Chalice. He wanted to try to remind the woman to have breakfast soon. But….
(O-oh… it's cleaned by now?)
Abigail immediately took her empty bowl and placed it in the medical cart.
(Hm? Mr. Clovis is done too?)
Turns out there was one extra plate. Now complete with 2 bowls and a plate.
Abigail took her regular medication and vitamins for Julia Chalice. Now, she sat back near Julia Chalice.
"Miss Chalice, how was breakfast?" Abigail peeled off several packets of medicine, then took out two large white and small pink tablets, as well as two blue and white and red and white soft capsules.
Julia Chalice looked up for a moment, then back to where she was looking before. She was still lethargic, speechless, and miserable from yesterday. Even though her physical injuries were gradually getting better, her heart seemed to melt like the first time it was melted down by irresponsible people.
Abigail had always been concerned about that woman.
When the medicine was given, without a word Julia Chalice immediately swallowed all the medicine without water. Even so, Abigail still poured him a glass of water. Just as before, Julia Chalice took the glass and gulped down the entire contents without remaining, without a word or acknowledgment.
Then…
After Abigail took care of routine medicine, it was time for the bottom of the medical cart.
Now, Abigail sat next to Julia Chalice once again. She took a wad of cotton and dipped a little in cold water. Then Abigail dabbed lightly at the bruises on Julia Chalice's forehead.
#grrrrr!
Julia Chalice screamed in pain. Her blood was sizzling, her eyes were like a hissing mother cat. The surge of her emotions began to rise, even her handcuffed hands seemed to be doing horses to strangle Abigail.
However…
Abigail's fear is overcome by her sympathy for Julia Chalice. Instead of not looking at the scary faces of her patients, Abigail continued to do what she had to do.
Putting cotton on the bruises...
Taking cotton again, then putting on again...
Keep on repeating.
Even Mr. Clovis and Verlette were worried about Abigail's condition. It was as if Abigail was taking care of a hungry tiger without a separate cage.
After that…
Abigail wiped lightly with an antiseptic wipe. Julia Chalice was becoming more and more so, even her hands gripped tightly and trembled. Instead of suffocating, Julia Chalice intended to punch Abigail in the face directly with two fists.
However…
Abigail continues to do her job patiently, painstakingly, and sincerely. Abigail resigned herself to whatever happened, even though Mr. Clovis was now glancing behind his laptop, watching Julia Chalice's behavior.
Until finally…
When the NaCl ointment was given, her emotional spikes began to decrease. The veins in her neck were now getting fainter. Her wrists weren't clenching and shaking anymore. Her face away from the devil, now it looks more regretful.
(Thank god… the painkillers are in faster, oh my god!) Abigail thought through her mind. Apparently, she was also anxious.
"Thank you, nurse," said Julia Chalice briefly before returning to contemplating as before.
Abigail replied with a sincere and warm smile.
(Thank you for fighting your anger at me, Miss Chalice….) Abigail thanked Miss Chalice, but within a deep voice.
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