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“Maybe,” Arden says. “Some of the new regenerative creams are wonderful. They can keep the skin from puckering. I think that with work and diligent care, he won’t scar much. At least that’s what I want.” Arden shrugs. “Sometimes you just have to take the cards dealt. Right?” <br> | “Maybe,” Arden says. “Some of the new regenerative creams are wonderful. They can keep the skin from puckering. I think that with work and diligent care, he won’t scar much. At least that’s what I want.” Arden shrugs. “Sometimes you just have to take the cards dealt. Right?” <br> | ||
Since there was no refuting that statement, I let silence speak for me. Arden sighed and hooked a foot around a stool, dragged it over and put a foot on its rung. I examined Christian from where I stood and recalling the damage I’d seen hours earlier, I had to admit that Arden did know what he was doing. The appalling slashes across Christian’s torso were gone, replaced by red seams held shut by sutures. Given what was said about the regenerative creams, in all likelihood the wounds would efface to less alarming welts. Only God and Arden knew how messed up Christian’s insides were.<br> | Since there was no refuting that statement, I let silence speak for me. Arden sighed and hooked a foot around a stool, dragged it over and put a foot on its rung. I examined Christian from where I stood and recalling the damage I’d seen hours earlier, I had to admit that Arden did know what he was doing. The appalling slashes across Christian’s torso were gone, replaced by red seams held shut by sutures. Given what was said about the regenerative creams, in all likelihood the wounds would efface to less alarming welts. Only God and Arden knew how messed up Christian’s insides were.<br> | ||
− | ''Tolka | + | ''Tolka limnoga'', I prayed. ''Please, God. Only a little.''<br> |
At the counter, Arden stirred.<br> | At the counter, Arden stirred.<br> | ||
“Anything else on your mind?” he asked me.<br> | “Anything else on your mind?” he asked me.<br> |