I pulled back the dressing on my leg and cringed. It wasn’t pretty. It was healing, but I kind of expected it to look better after a week.
We stayed in the motel room the entire time, with only one trip out to a grocery and to switch out cars. Laying low in an entirely different fashion than before.
And by switch out, I meant steal. It wasn’t one of the set-up, ready and waiting ones.
During that time, he tried to get more information about Four while I learned the mechanics of guns, from safety to disassembling and cleaning. Not to mention the cabin fever that was beginning to consume me.
“Does this look okay?” I held my leg out, and he stood up and walked over to examine it.
His hand ran up the inside of my thigh as he took hold of my leg and turned it in the light. “It’s healing ni
