Bette: Why do you have an army surplus of rubber gloves?

Shane: Safe ***** or no *****!…no glove, no love?

Dash laughed hysterically behind the curtain and then let out a violent phlegm filled cough.

Bette: Are you..

Dash: Im…okay…

Shane climbed onto the sink and braced herself. Bette put on the gloves and picked up a Q-tip she dipped in Vaseline. She used the lube to help remove the tape that held the gauze to her face. Once the tape was removed she cleaned her face with the alcohol and cotton balls. Bette used the tweezers to pull the cotton tubing from Shanes nostrils.

Bette: You okay?

Shane nodded as her eyes watered. Bette continued to pull carefully until the tube came out and appeared to be nearly six inches long.

Bette: God how the *****…

Shane: It goes in the nostril and up the cavity like under or behind my eye somewhere…try feeling that up there for a week….

Shane sniffed and blinked back the tears.

Shane: Just give me a second before you do the next one…God it feels good to breath out of my nose….okay lets get the next one out.

Bette removes the second one, with Shane taking intense breaths.

Bette: It kinda reminds me of Total Recall when Arnold pulls the tracking device out of…

Bette stopped when she saw the clueless look on Shanes face.

Bette: Never mind Ill just take out the stitches.

She smeared Vaseline over the stitches to cut and slide them out carefully.

Shane: Theres more on the inside.

Bette grabbed some toilet tissue and held it up to Shanes nose.

Bette: Blow!

Shane rolled her eyes and blew her nose like the little kid Bette was treating her like.

Bette: Tilt back.

Shane tilted her head back and Bette went to work on the inside. She pulled out the remaining stitches and wiped everything down with alcohol.

Bette: Dash are you done? Youre gonna turn into a sponge.

Dash: Uhm ..Bette?

In her best mock motherly advice she answered.

Bette: Yes dear?

Dash: Uhm…can you…I need my back done…but…

Bette: Sure…just curl up in a ball…or Ill just reach back and do it.