168. Stitches
Mauve looked up in horror at Jean's words, "What?"
"I will be removing your stitches today," he repeated with a smile.
Mauve looked at her unwrapped shoulder. The three lines with dark red coloring stared back at her. The bandages were taken off almost a week ago.
"Why? I don't think it's completely healed yet." Her voice shook a little as she spoke.
"No, it's not but it's healed enough to take the stitches out. It's been about twelve days, that's more than enough time. There is no need to let it stay any longer, especially with how fast you're healing."
He stood beside the bed, peering down at her as he spoke. His bright eyes gleamed in the dark. Mauve blinked, his bright look was killing her. Even though he was saying this without a smile, she knew there was no way the process would be painless.
"Would it hurt?" She asked.
Jean's brows furrowed, "Not so much."