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confused. Well, more confused than usual. My mom was at work so I volunteered to bring her in.” He smiles softly at me as he grabs his grandmother’s hand and gently squeezes it.
    “That’s really sweet of you.”
    “Have you met my grandson, Brady?” Ms. Lloyd croaks out, her voice raspy and filled with exhaustion.
    “I just did. Such a nice grandson you’ve got here. You’re a lucky lady.” I pull out a tourniquet along with everything else I will need to start her IV.
    “My little Brady is the best. He’s the quarterback of his football team and has a little girlfriend. She’s a hot piece of ass, isn’t she, Brady?”
    Brady laughs uncomfortably and gives his grandmother a tight smile. “Grandma, you’re thinking about when I was in high school. I’m in college now.” He pats his grandmother’s hand affectionately. “Sorry, her filter is nonexistent these days and she seems to have forgotten everything that’s happened in the past five years,” Brady whispers low enough so only I can hear.
    I chuckle slightly and give him a reassuring expression. “Don’t worry about it. This is all very common, and honestly, she’s a breath of fresh air.”
    I set up my supplies on the bedside table and proceed to place the tourniquet on her bony arm. The fact that she is probably slightly malnourished and now severely dehydrated is not making placing an IV in her any easier. This is why Shirley had me come in here. IVs and drawing blood are one of my favorite things to do, and any time a patient who looks like a challenge comes in, I’m always willing to step up to the plate.
    “Ms. Lloyd, just bear with me for a few minutes, okay?”
    “Okay,” she squeaks out as I peruse for a decent vein.
    A few moments into my search for the perfect place to insert the needle, Ms. Lloyd starts to hum a tune I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I swear I know that song from somewhere.
    “Please, Grandma, please, please do not start singing.” Brady sounds a little frustrated and even slightly nervous. I’m not sure why. Then, a few minutes later, I know exactly why.
    “Say ah, not a thermometer, bitch. It’s the nine inches…”
    Holy shit. I know that song! Everyone knows that Three 6 Mafiasong.
    Ms. Lloyd continues her impressive rapping skills and heads right into the very famous chorus of this very dirty rap song. “ Ass and titties, ass and titties. Ass and titties and big booty bitches…”
    “Oh my god.” Brady places his head in his hands. “Please stop singing, Grandma.” He looks up at me with a look of embarrassment on his face.
    I flash a sympathetic smile his way and do what any good nurse would do in this situation. I sing along with her. “ Ass and titties, ass and titties. Ass and titties and big booty bitches…” Ms. Lloyd peeks over at me and grins wide as we both continue to belt out the explicit chorus. Brady lifts his head from his hands and watches us with awkward amusement.
    We nearly finish the entire song by the time I get her IV started. I start her fluid infusion and tape the tubing to her arm securely to ensure that nothing will cause the catheter to slide out of place. She continues to tap her feet and hum as I clean up my supplies.
    “You’re all set, Ms. Lloyd. Someone from transport should be down shortly to get you to your room upstairs.” I grab her chart and head for the door.
    “Thank you so much”—Brady steps in front of me, glancing down at my nametag—“Amy. Thank you so much, Amy.” He grins wide. I’d say it’s obvious he appreciates my badass IV and rap skills.
    “Any time. Your grandma is the coolest.”
    He chuckles and nods his head. “Yeah, she’s pretty awesome.” Brady looks back at his grandmother with affection etched all over his face.
    “I love ass and titties! Let’s sing it again, Brady!” Ms. Lloyd squeaks eagerly from her bed.
    He runs his hand through his hair and shakes his head. “All right, Grandma.” He sits down next to