Dr. Montgomery's gloves were cold against my back. He poked and prodded the stitched-up wounds. Examined them with a keen eye. Every now and again he would let out a disheartening mutter or two. But overall, he was gentle and mostly silent.
I had been so wrapped up in everything around me I had forgotten about my injuries. Shoved the pain aside, chalking it up to stress and anxiety. How utterly stupid of me to have forgotten the slashes across my back.
No wonder I needed to wash my back more. Maybe if I had, I would have noticed the large f*****g sticky bandages plastered across my skin.
"Everything looks in order. Just a few places where it had pulled, but the stitches held perfectly. Slight infection but I can give you some antibiotics for that as well. Well, prescribe them, seeing
