Our friendly neighborhood gangster

Oscar, our amazing nursing assistant, isn't afraid of anything. But when a man showed up with a gunshot wound straight through his thigh, Oscar was scared. "Do you know who he is?" he asked Grace. "He's one of the guys that people in the government pay to do protests and cause trouble! He's a thug."

 

So since Oscar is nervous around him, Grace and I have been packing Renald's gunshot wound every morning. He's been perfect - polite and respectful, punctual, obedient to our medical instructions, and friendly. He even holds the flashlight for us while we cause him lots of pain. We were initially worried about staying on his good side; now, I'm wondering what we're going to do with our new best friend, the gangster?