Later, when it was just the two of them sitting by the campfire, Adam unwrapped Court’s bandage to look at the wound. It was healing, even Court could see that—the red puffiness that had been pushing against the sutures had gone down, and the blood had dried into a dark scab. “This is probably going to scar pretty badly,” Adam warned. “Let’s leave the bandage off for a bit—let the air get to it. Just keep your knee up so you don’t get any dirt or leaves on it.”
Court leaned back on his hands and raised his knee, his sneakered foot flat on the ground. He could feel the skin pull when he flexed his leg, but it no longer hurt. In fact, sometimes, it itched something fierce. When he had mentioned that to Ronnie, his friend just grunted. “Means it’s healing then,” Ronnie had said.
At the time
