Mae POV
The surgery doesn't last long, just a little over an hour. The bullet seemed to have magically missed all of his vital organs. The two doctors work quickly to find the bullet that is still lodged in the man's abdomen.
The three of us don't speak to one another while they work. Finally, the first doctor drops a silver bullet into the pan beside the hospital bed. The second doctor picks up the bullet and hisses before dropping it back in the pan.
"It is a silver bullet," the second doctor says. "Someone knew what he is."
I watch in silent awe as the man's skin begins to knit itself together slowly. It eventually leaves no trace that a wound was there, to begin with. I feel compelled to reach out, touch him, and tell him that he will be okay, but I manage to keep myself
