Crane (Legends Saga) by Stacey Rourke

Author:Stacey Rourke
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2014-05-24T00:00:00+00:00

18

Ireland

“These are nasty wounds,” the dark-haired intern, who Ireland guessed to be maybe a year or two older than her, stated weaving in another tight stitch. “How did you say you got them?”

Well, random health care professional, Ireland mentally mused from the midst of her pain-killer induced fog. It seems that tattoo you’re staring at has somehow turned me into a serial killer. I thought self-mutilation may be a cure for that. Judging by the blood-soaked towel I came in with, and the fact that I’ve blacked out twice since I’ve been here, it’s safe to say that is not the case.

“I wanted to mow my lawn one last time for the season. Hit a big rock that jammed between the mower blades.” Despite the fact that her tongue felt like it had swollen to three times the normal size, her lies flowed with a remarkable ease. Ireland thanked whatever this nice woman had injected into her arm for that. “I called my boyfriend and asked him to help, but you know how guys are.”

“Boy, do I.” The doctor flipped her hair over her shoulder and scoffed in disgust. “Let me guess, he said he’d be there and never showed.”

“You guessed it.” Even she could detect the slight slur of her words and did her best to enunciate. “I got ticked and tried to do it myself. Not a smart move. Burned myself on the exhaust and sliced the hell out of myself on the blade. Next time I’ll know to turn it off first. Worst part, other than feeling like a complete moron, is that I still didn’t get it fixed.”

“Don’t beat yourself up too bad.” With a gentle hand, the doctor slathered ointment over the burns and fresh stitches, before positioning gauze over them and taping them into place. “I think the lawn mower did that enough for you. You got lucky, actually. That top slash was nearly to the bone. It’s a miracle it didn’t severe your hand completely. I’ve seen it happen. Plus, a big silver lining here is that gorgeous tattoo still looks perfect. Did you have that done somewhere here in Tarrytown? The color and shading is amazing.”

“No, in Manhattan,” Ireland mumbled, staring down at the corner of the loathsome mark peeking out from beneath the taped on gauze.

After the second attempt at burning it off failed, Ireland had gone for the knife. Dragging it across her skin and splitting her arm with a crimson gash. She could—and did—cut around it. However, something about that enigmatic mark wouldn’t let her break the surface of it, or saw beneath. Attempts to were thwarted with a resistance that seemed iron clad.

The pretty doctor sat up to stretch her back. “I think that should do it. Let me go get your discharge instructions for the care of the wounds, then you’ll be free to go.”

A forced smile and half-hearted nod were the closest to a reply Ireland could manage.

The doctor slid back the curtain. Draping her stethoscope around her neck, she paused to flip her gaze back to her patient.

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