Pain followed, just as stabbing and bright as the overhead lights. Keene knelt beside me, his lean face set. He pulled out the needle and inserted it again in another place and then another until all the liquid in the syringe was gone. “That better be some kind of painkiller,” I muttered. “Mixed with curequick.” He put the needle aside and began cleaning my wound. Pain again rippled through me, but less now than before. I couldn’t help the sigh that escaped my lips. Keene chuckled. “Well, at least you came back to the house. I wasn’t sure there for a minute until my GPS finally pinpointed your signal.” I was still lying on the bathroom floor, but there was a real pillow under my head now. A puffy white quilt I recognized as having been on my bed covered all of me but the arm, which lay on several equally white towels. The sleeve of my suit was gone, and the jagged edges told me Keene had cut it with a knife. He finished cleaning, and somehow the thread for stitches was already in his hands.
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