Night Nurse Page #2

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I'm not gonna be a probe anymore.

Oh, dear.

Don't cry.

Yes, it's a shame.

Yes, it's a shame. There, there.

Gee, it's half past 1. I was afraid

old hatchet-face would see us.

You sap. She'll be in here

to see if we're in bed.

Oh. We better get in

with all our clothes on.

No, no. Slip your dress off,

put it on the end of the bed here.

If she sees that, it's okay.

Gee, if she switches on the lights

and sees my makeup, I'm sunk.

- Well, turn your face to the wall.

- Oh, don't get funny.

My makeup goes around the back of my neck.

Hurry up, kid.

If we're caught this time,

it means a month of no nights off.

Oh, some of that

goofy Eagan's comedy.

Jump in bed. I bet hatchet-face heard you.

Oh, I can't. Not with that.

Psst. Get in.

Come in.

Miss Hart, is it possible

you have a man in here?

You worm. I hope you get

caught in the nurses' quarters.

- You know what you'll get for that.

- Boo!

Here he is again. Let him have it,

and make it a bull's-eye.

Come in.

Who threw that slipper?

What, ma'am?

What, Miss Dillon?

What, Miss Dillon?

- Did you throw that slipper?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Well, Hart?

- Well, you see, l...

Take two weeks on the night

shift at the emergency clinic.

I thought so.

You've both just come in.

- We had to walk home.

- This isn't your first offense, Miss Maloney.

You'll take four weeks

on the same night shift.

- Thank you.

- And take two more for impertinence.

See what you get for yelling?

Say, suppose you found

a skeleton in your bed.

If I could dodge that night shift,

I'd live with one.

Oh, quit your trembling, kid.

It can't walk around.

Dillon's face took all

the pep out of it.

Well, at least he can't

clear his throat.

Just a scalp wound.

- Oh, doctor.

- Hold tight to my hand when it hurts.

You're certainly charitable

with that hand of yours.

Was he hit anywhere else?

Sorry, but that's all.

Just put a bandage on him.

Give him a shot of anti-tetanus.

- What's that for?

- Prevents lockjaw.

Lockjaw?

Ask Miss Maloney about it.

She's been fighting it off all her life.

Grit your teeth, prisoner.

Just two more smart cracks

and Dr. Mayo is through.

Shall I take him to the station house?

Oh, I don't think we'd better.

Let's keep him here tonight.

Yeah, prison ward.

Come on.

Come on.

- Hey, hey.

- The tougher, the softer.

Better get us a lift,

lunkhead, he's fainted.

Huh?

Oh, all right,

Florence Nightingale.

Could a guy bum some

bandages and iodine in here?

- Are you hurt?

- No. It's a friend of mine.

He got a little cut on his hand.

- Come in, I'll see what I can do.

- Oh, maybe I better wait here.

- Come in.

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