When she moved on to his face, he suddenly began to feel claustrophobic. It was too much like having an overly friendly dog licking his face, and he had to fight the urge to push her away and give himself some more space. The cotton applicator was tightly clamped in her lips, and he could feel her breath against his skin as she worked. She was—unsurprisingly—mostly cross-eyed for the duration of the procedure, and he wondered how difficult it must have been for her to work like that. It was odd that the nurses weren’t equipped with horns, but maybe they had to complete their residency before they got them.