CHAPTER NINETEEN
Please stay still, Mr. Pullman,” said Adams, raising his sewing needle above his head. “Your wound is very deep and the stitches won’t hold if you keep moving.”
I winced when Adams drove the sewing needle into Rubberman’s skin, quickly sewing the gaping wound closed. He did it neatly and precisely, but even so, I found it hard to watch. Probably because I didn’t enjoy surgery and I certainly didn’t enjoy watching other people undergoing it.
Rubberman lay on the dining room table in the Elastic Cave flat on his back. We had taken him straight to the Elastic Cave rather than risk heading to the hospital. Although taking Rubberman to the hospital probably made more sense, Rubberman had awoken when we were halfway there and insisted on us taking him to the Elastic Cave. App
