"Goodmorning Harry."

"Mornin' Louuu, you's lookin' gorgeouss today, again."

He tries winking but ends up blinking awkwardly.

"Thanks Harry. How are you feeling today, already got your shot of morphine I see."

"Mhm, yep. Old, ugly nurse came and gave me, hung a lil baggie, shot?"

He shrugs, obviously not sure what he was going to say anymore.

"Harry, you can't call Gertrude ugly, she helped you."

"But Louwee I only want youu as me nurse, you are sooo pretty and I luv you."

I giggle at his whiney words.

"So you're feeling okay?"

"Feelin fine since your 'ere, pretty nurse Louwee."