Elara and Allison
Damien was spending some time with Elara.
He was helping the nurse clip Elara’s fingernails. He carefully took her fingers one by one and expertly clipped them. In another life, he could’ve been a certified manicurist.
“Your nails are so long, Aunt Elara. When was the last time someone helped you cut them?” Damien asked as he looked carefully at his aunt’s index finger before clipping it.
“I-I dunno. I’m not too sure.”
Damien stared accusingly at the nurse’s back, who was busily changing the bedsheets at the moment.
He wondered if he should replace her, and find his aunt better care. However, this was the third nurse they had decided to replace. After a while, the agency was getting fed up with them changing nurses so many times.
Damien was getting fed up too. Wh
