She spots him from half a block away, dragging his leg and carrying an armful of gauze like he's a zombie nurse or some shit.
He hobbles right up to her porch but doesn't sit down like he normally would.
"I'm guessing that gauze has something to do with the fact that you're limping?"
He sighs. "Got shot."
"Again?"
"Yes. Fucking again."
"Where?"
"You gonna fuckin' dress my wounds or not, Angie?"
"Jesus, where?"
He laughs a little as he kicks his jeans and boxers to the floor, and then flops himself forward on the couch.
"Gonna go out on a limb and assume you did the dressing that's currently in place?" His ass cheeks are half taped together and part of the wound isn't even covered.
"It's a weird fucking angle, Angie. Why the fuck do you think I'm even here?"
"Don't you have anyone else to do this?" She pulls the old dressing off in one quick motion.
"JESUSFUCKINGSONOFAFUCKINGBITCHHHHHHH" The words come out in one terse string from between gritted teeth.
"Like Mandy? Can't she do this?" Angie opens the gauze packages and sprays them with antiseptic.
"You think I want my fucking sister poking around in my ass?"
"And it's okay for me to poke around in your ass?" She carefully lays the gauze onto the wound and he winces slightly at the burn.
"It wouldn't be the first time."
"Point taken." She starts to tape the dressing in place.
"Make it look nice."
"Why? You having company back here later?"
He turns his head to look at her but can only see part of her face from the corner of his eye. They both pause for a "fuck off", but it never comes. She wants to say "Have your boyfriend do your next dressing change" but instead she just slaps his other cheek. "All done!"