“It seems like you’ve done this before.” - Esaeris
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“My mother’s a nurse,” came her brief reply, eyes focussed on her deftly working fingers. It’s funny how words of untruth could sound so convincing when you repeat them often.
A final snip here and her work was finished. What was once a gaping wound had now been reduced to a pink line, skin held together by carefully done stitches. Dressing in place, she gathered the soaked gauze, eyes taking note of the dark colour. She’d seen plenty, but not much could be considered out of the ordinary. ( Not one had looked like this. ) Even so, she made no attempt to point out the obvious. Some things were meant to remain in the dark.
“All good.” A pause.
Hesitation. Curiosity was a killer.
“What happened though?”
