Dad: I would say no. You’re healing, but a bath might brew bacteria in the wound. You can take a bath, just don’t submerge it. Me: But you’re the great Elliot Young. Aren’t your stitches magic or something? Dad: Don’t be obtuse, Ellie. It’s called sorcery. Dad: Take the bath. Promise me you’ll clean it with alcohol when you’re done. I’ll write a prescription for an antibiotic.
