58: Whose fault?

Turned out the whole drama had been as real as the pain that accompanied the nurse' effort to treat Isabelle's wounded ankle.

The sickbay was a sparkling white room, which had been divided into two sections — the male and female section. Each side had three beds on both sides of the room and was divided by white-painted wallboard. To get to the other side, which was the male's section, one would have to come out through the entrance/exit of the female's, walk a little to the right of the slightly spacious passage and would find the door to the other aide.

Since Bankole had refused to leave, the nurse handed him a towel, as she did to Isabelle, and he took it and dried at a corner.

Isabelle had cleaned up too but was dripping slightly and she felt cold.

When done, the nurse excused herself for a minute, but no one said a word to the other.

Isabelle had no idea of what to say. She felt humiliated and at the same time grateful.

"Are you okay?" Bankole bent to inspect her ankle and instin