 NPO = nothing past oral which = nothing past your lips. NeeNee Omniscient Omnipotent Pie Maker
"I don't have an NPO order on you. You'll get fed when Beezley is up to bringing food up to the hospital wing," Caroline said shortly, opening the jar of paste. "You'll forgive her if she's just a little late, I'm sure, in light of the circumstances."
Oh she knew what he was up to. It was like Briony and the dishes. Her sister had figured if she was bad enough at it, she'd never get asked to do them again. Marcus obviously figured if he were a bad enough patient, Caroline would give up on treating him.
If only that were an option.
Without expressing this opinion, Caroline set to spreading the paste, in a thick layer over Marcus' bruising, using her gloved fingers.
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