While waiting in the kitchen for the supervisor, a resident wearing a white helmet abruptly approached me and stared at my arm like an appetizing piece of meat. After a few seconds, he left and returned a second time. This time, he touched my forearm admiringly.
The third time, the man wearing the white helmet clamped down on my arm with his canines and incisors, refusing to let go. Thinking quickly, I held his nose and, within seconds, he released his steadfast jaws from my forearm, leaving a red, inflamed mark on my arm in the form of a smile.
The third time, the man wearing the white helmet clamped down on my arm with his canines and incisors, refusing to let go. Thinking quickly, I held his nose and, within seconds, he released his steadfast jaws from my forearm, leaving a red, inflamed mark on my arm in the form of a smile.
