Emil watched Makai’s face as Doc Donovan carefully took out the stitches. He almost wanted to look at the process but thought better of it. Sometimes blood still made him queasy.
“It’s all healed well,” Doc said thoughtfully. “Do you have any antibiotic cream?”
“Yeah, in the bathroom cabinet,” Makai answered.
“I’ll go get it.” Emil got the tube and went back into the kitchen where Makai sat on the chair, straddling it so that his back was free to work with. “Here.”
Doc took the cream and wiped Makai’s back with some cleansing wipes from his bag and then put the cream on carefully. “There you go. Let it be for a few minutes, and then you can put a shirt on.”
“So it’s all healed up and nothing needs extra care?” Makai got up slowly, probably so as not to spook Emil.
Emil was getting to
