AUTHOR'S POV
AT THE HOSPITAL
The doctor finished and stepped away from Phyllis. He had first cleaned the wounds, flushing dried blood from the deep scratches and irrigating puncture marks caused by the sharp teeth.
Several of the bites had severely broken skin that required stitches. He worked in silence, suturing where flesh had torn and applying antiseptic creams that stung despite the anesthetic.
Bandages were then layered across her cheekbones, jawline, and neck.
"These will scar," he said gently, not cruelly, but truthfully. "Especially the facial wounds."
Phyllis said nothing as he took off his gloves and gestured toward the mirror. She rose slowly and walked across the large examination room. Her clothes were still smeared with blood, darkened patches on her shoulder, and h
