When Dr. Q had done everything he could for Bryce, he turned his attentions to me. I got more stitches, in my arm this time, which was fun.
Heh.
I also got to see every single one of my cuts and scrapes fizz with foam as he disinfected my injuries, which stung like hell.
I love the sort of semi-sarcastic enjoyment this paragraph is written in.
He was nearly done when a knock came at the door. Jaw was on the other side, and he was escorting Sierra, as I’d requested.
Oh hey, that’s convenient. Now we don’t need to have a change of locations before Taylor can talk to Sierra. This way we can also have Taylor’s conversation with Sierra between her conversations with Charlotte.
She went immediately to Bryce’s bedside.
“His hand,” she said.
She knows her priorities.
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