11. Nurse Oshkosh

Chapter 11 Nurse Oshkosh Ms. Diz helped me limp to the nurse's office. When I sat down in a green plastic chair, I remembered to groan a little. "I'll go find the nurse," said Ms. Diz. "Roscoe, you stay put." While she was gone, I thought about what injuries I needed. They would have to be bad enough to get me out of the talent show.

第十一章护士奥什科什。 迪兹搀扶着我一瘸一拐地走到护士办公室。 当我在一张绿色的塑料椅子上坐下时，我记得我呻吟了一下。 “我去找护士。” 。那个开荒者看起来蛮不错嘛“罗斯科，你待着别动。” 她不在的时候，我在想我该受些什么伤。 他们一定要坏到让我退出才艺表演。

Not ambulance bad. But bad enough to get me a nice pair of crutches. It wouldn't be easy. I knew Ms. Vasquez, the nurse. She'd been a nurse a long time. She could spot a faker a mile away. The door opened. I closed my eyes. I groaned and grabbed my busted leg. I groaned so well that even I believed me. "Here's the patient," said Ms. Diz. "Roscoe, I'll check on you in a while, sweetie." I opened my eyes. Where was Ms. Vasquez?

不坏救护车。但坏到足以给我弄一副漂亮的拐杖了。 这并不容易。我认识她。 瓦斯奎兹，护士。她当护士已经很久了。 她在一英里外就能认出骗子。 门开了。我闭上眼睛。 我呻吟着，抓住我的断腿。 我呻吟得那么好，连我自己都相信了。 “这就是病人。” 。那个开荒者看起来蛮不错嘛“罗斯科，我一会儿去看你，亲爱的。” 我睁开眼睛。她在哪里? Vasquez吗?

A man was standing there! He was tall and skinny, with one of the heart-hearing death-o-scopes around his neck. A doctor? This was bad news. Doctors had X-ray machines. They could look inside and tell when you were faking. Kind of like moms. "You're not Ms. Vasquez," I said. "She's got a cold," the man said. "I don't need a whole doctor. A nurse will be plenty, I think." The man smiled. "I am a nurse, Roscoe. My name's John Oshkosh."

一个男人站在那里!他又高又瘦，脖子上挂着一个听诊心脏的死亡诊断仪。 医生吗?这是个坏消息。 医生有x光机。 他们能看到你的内心，知道你什么时候在假装。 有点像妈妈。“你不是我太太。 瓦斯奎兹，”我说。“她感冒了，”那人说。 “我不需要一个完整的医生。 我想，一个护士就够了。” 那人笑了。“我是护士，罗斯科。 我叫约翰·奥什科什。”

I accidentally laughed. "Which part are you laughing at?" he asked. "My name or my job?" "Both," I admitted. "No problem," he said. "I get that a lot." "But you're a guy." "Lots of guys are named John," he said. "No. I meant… you know. The nurse part," I said. "Lots of guys are nurses." "But it's kind of a girl job, isn't it?" I asked. Mr. Oshkosh looked surprised. "I've always just thought it was a great job." I felt kind of bad, pointing out that he was in the wrong line of work.

我不小心笑了。“你在笑哪一部分?”他问。 “我的名字还是我的工作?”“都有。”我承认。 “没问题，”他说。“我经常听到这样的话。” “但你是个男人啊。”“很多人都叫约翰，”他说。 “没有。我是说…护士那部分，”我说。 “很多人都是护士。” “但这是女孩子的工作，不是吗?”我问。 奥什科什看起来很惊讶。 “我一直认为这是一份很棒的工作。” 我觉得有点不好意思，指出他在错误的行业。

But I figured someone should have let him in on that information by now. "Let's take a look," said Mr. Oshkosh. "Where does it hurt?" "Everywhere," I said. I remembered to groan again. "My left leg is broken, I think," I added. "And my right elbow and my left appendix." I did not know what an appendix was exactly. But I figured a broken one might need some crutches. "Hmm." Mr. Oshkosh looked at me. "You're going to be a complicated case." "Are you sure you're a nurse?" I asked. He sat down next to me on a rolling stool. "Yep. Went to nurse school and everything."

但我觉得现在应该有人告诉他了。 “让我们看一看，”奥什科什说。 “哪里疼?”“到处都是。”我说。 我记得我又呻吟了一声。 “我想我的左腿断了，”我补充说。 “还有我的右肘和左阑尾。” 我不知道阑尾到底是什么。 但我想一个坏掉的可能需要一些拐杖。 “嗯。”奥什科什先生看着我。 “你的案子会很复杂。” “你确定你是护士吗?”我问。 他坐在我旁边的一张滚凳上。 “是的。上过护士学校什么的。”

He gently moved my leg up and down. "OWWW," I cried. "You said it was your left leg," said Mr. Oshkosh. "That's your right."

他轻轻地上下移动我的腿。 “哇，”我叫道。“你说那是你的左腿，”奥什科什说。 “这是你的权利。”