He shrugged and didn't embellish on it. I glanced down at the stitching and this time I paid attention to each individual thread and realized that he was right. They were uneven and several different sizes. I felt my heart sink and a wash of anger surged through me, quickly accompanied by shame. I had been so excited to not have to stitch myself up that when he had insisted that he was a doctor I had let him.
“Frick," I groaned.
“Don't beat yourself up too much. I taught him really well and I'm pretty sure with everything going on he thought you guys might kill him or abandon him if you thought he wasn't really a doctor."
I hated the fact that his argument sounded so rational. I was angry at Craig and Louis and everyone else for that matter. Most of all I was furious at myself for not
