Nodding, Wilson moved away to the counter and began to pull together a betadine wash and a few other ointments. Snapping on two pairs of rubber gloves, he came back to the exam table with the wash, warm water and the other items he would need on a tray.

Laying a plastic gown across Bel's lap so that the young man's trousers wouldn't be ruined by any drips, Wilson began to soak off the scabs so they would come off without hurting Bel.

"But it looked like...err..." he felt bad for having to ask Bel this and gave his friend an apologetic look. "Looked like Hell then?"