Elena's POV
I pinch the suture closed with a twist of my wrist and then push back from the table, rotating my aching neck and stretching my arms above my head. Freya walks over to me and looks over my shoulder.
"A little bit again and that poor stitch would be tighter than a body shaper over aunt Libby's voluptuous hips," she holds back her laughter when I look at her in confusion.
When she nods to my tightly wound banana on the desk in front of me, I glance back and gasp at my handywork. Grabbing the scalpel in the tray, I quickly cut open the stitches and open a fresh suture kit. Freya's hand covers mine just before I tear open the packet and she shook her head. Grabbing hold of my wrist, she pulled me off the chair and lead me all the way to the cafeteria at the far end of th
