*He beings to stir as she lingers.
Eyes flutter, muscles tense, and something deep within him growls.

The something wants out. It fights against the restraints that keep it tied to the bed.

Sudden movement shifts the sheet which covers the man, exposing his torso.
Something is missing. Something that should be where fresh sutures now reside.
Livid skin held together with black string railroads a path across his chest. It's a familar pattern, one she's seen countless times before.

Over his shoulder, where a silver scar sits, is a dressing of gauze.*