Adrian lay in the hospital bed with his leg swathed in bandages. Jacqueline, a petite blonde nurse, likely in her mid 20s, tended to his wound. "We need to dress this properly," she said with a reassuring smile. ‘’ Let me grab the dressing, and I’ll get you right fixed up in a jiffy.’’

Adrian winced as she worked, but he trusted the hospitals judgment. His usual nurse, Susan, was out for the week. So the hospital had sent Jacqueline in as her replacement. And she seemed nice enough. "Make sure it's well-dressed. I can't afford any infections," he joked with a weak smile.

Jacqueline nodded, focused on her task. "Don't worry, Adrian. This dressing is excellent. And it’s great for compacting moisture." She assured, her brow furrowed in concentration.

As she applied the dressing, the door swung open. Adrian's mother shuffled in, a fresh cup of coffee in hand. ’’ Why, hello, my baby boy! Are you feeling any bet——,’’ suddenly, her smile faded as her eyes widened in horror. Her coffee cup hit the floor with a thud, immediately shattering to pieces. "Why are you putting dressing in my son's wound?" she exclaimed, staring at the nurse in disbelief.

Jacqueline looked up, confusion etched on her face. "I beg your pardon? It’s a very deep wound, Mrs. Parker. It needs to be stuffed."

Mrs. Parker pointed at the wound, "That! That's not medical dressing; that's turkey dressing!"

The room fell silent as Jacqueline‘s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Oh dear," she murmured with a nervous chuckle. she glanced around before returning to the cart with a smile. ‘’ Let me just grab the saline, and I’ll have you right fixed up in a jiffy!’’