ETA: I have never noticed Nigel was leftie. Well, now, when I think about it, he does use left hand speaking via his cell and all... (and to me - the right handed - it seems so ...akward) So... I correctd the mistake :)
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Theme: #37 Pocketknife
Words count: 328
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"We put the dislocated shoulder into its rightful place, but it has to be left in sling for the next week. And no overbearing it! Which means no using it for next two days."
"But it's my right arm!" whined the Englishman. How were they going to finish their hunt with him having his left arm in a sling?
"I'm sorry, son" said the doctor "But you'll not use it or I'll put it in the cast for the next few weeks."
"Ok. Ok. I'll take it easy."
"Don't worry, doc, I'll make sure he does" said Sydney, eyeing her assistant carefully. This predicament meant a bit slower pace for the remaining of their hunt. Thankfully, there weren't any rival hunters this time.
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Sydney looked up from the newspaper she was reading and frowned. She insisted on taking one room for the both of them, so she would be able to take care of Nigel, but now she was beginning to regret it. Her frown deepened as the grumbling and growling coming (again) from their bathroom got louder with each passing second. Seriously, it was starting to annoy her.
She put down her reading and went to the bathroom frustrated. All he had to do was to allow her to help… But no! Be damned his pride!
"What is it, Nigel?" she demanded standing in the open doorway, startling her assistant.
"Syd!" he watched as she tapped her foot expectantly and swallowed. "I-I can't…" he growled again. "I can't shave with one hand, let alone the right."
Sydney's eyebrows shot up. "It's that all?"
Nigel only watched bemused as she walked into the bathroom. "I'll shave you. You'd have just asked."
"Um-" he watched her uncertain then saw the glint in her eyes. Don't you trust me?
Of course I do! He sent her a glare then smiled mischievously moving a bit ro make her some space beside him. "Just don't use your pocketknife to do it!" he chirpped pointing to her knife laying on the nightstand
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tbc