You'd think after two weeks and finally being able to take off the bandages, I'd be used to the scabs all over my body. I'm not, though— they itch, stick to my clothes, and piss me off. Standing in the bathroom, I have my shirt lifted and tucked under my chin. Running my fingers over each of the letters scabbed up on my stomach, I pick at the edges starting to come up a bit. Medic switched the stitches in the stab wound on my back for medical glue, so I can't pick that one, but it still itches. f**k it, everything itches as it heals.
"Don't pick, Cae, it will make the scar worse."
Dropping my shirt, I turn to find Faylinn standing in the doorway with a sad smile on her face. Walking in, she hugs me from behind, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I bring my hands up to hold onto
