“I’m sorry about your face.”
He tried to raise his hand, but found it attached to IVs. He had to maneuver it carefully as he lifted it to his face, so as not to tangle the wires.
Maybe Dragon could send him a picture on the laptop, in lieu of being able to hold up a hand mirror in front of him.
Almost seamlessly, his flesh transitioned into a smooth plastic and back to flesh again.
“The wound was pretty bad, so we called in this one guy who makes green fire to burn the rest of your face off. You know, so it’d be symmetrical.”
I suppose plastic is just about the most ironic way they could fix this wound, really, with the wound being a result of Colin’s spiel about not being like Mannequin.
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