I almost expected—what? a sizzle of flesh? a blinding burst of light? her to get sucked right into the ‘IV? Of course nothing happened, nothing visible I should say because that’s the tricky part, isn’t it, that’s where the rub comes in. The worst wounds are internal, I should have known that from my own experience, but I’m the type of guy who doesn’t learn. She sat like that for a while; I let her; I saw no reason not to. I stopped staring, put my things away, although it didn’t seem right to start cooking dinner or anything; how does one behave at an ecstasy?
