"Ready for breakfast?" Isabel Smith loosened her hold on Raymond Thompson slightly, asking the nurse in her sights.
"Yes."
"I'll feed him." Isabel replied, standing up to take the food off the trolley, placing it on the mobile dining table, and pushing it beside the bed. She was about to feed Raymond when he suddenly reminded: "Sister Isabel, I've not brushed my teeth."
Isabel Smith couldn't help but blush slightly, she was so excited that she forgot about hygiene. She promptly put down the small bowl in her hand, carried Raymond from the bed to the restroom, and stood by his side without moving an inch. She personally helped Raymond wash his face, then squeezed toothpaste onto his toothbrush and handed it over. The only thing left to do was to brush his teeth for him.
After Raymond had cleaned up, he stood in the restroom, turned around, looked at Isabel's blushing face and pointed outside the restroom, saying, "Sister Isabel, can you go out first?"