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‘And how long have you been having these abdominal pains now?’
‘Almost a week.’ Scar sat on the examination table; her legs folded at the ankles as she tried to keep as composed as possible in the situation. ‘Maybe two.’ She added after thinking for a second. ‘Definitely two.’

‘I see.’ The buffalo before her had tiny spectacles perched on his snout and regarded her over them with a cool calculating stare. An unspoken question hanging between them. After a few long seconds ticked by he began again, making notes on his clipboard. ‘Any past symptoms, pains, aches, muscle tension?’

A half smile creeped over Scar’s face, and, inclining her head to the left to give him her good side, as well as her eye. ‘Nothing recent. Not really out of the normal stiffness anyways.’

Nodding, the physician made several more notes, his gaze kept flicking back to her as she sat, lingering just long enough to not be rude. Though she could tell he was, curious, professionally speaking judging from his body stance and calm demeanor. Just curious.

‘And have you had any life style changes, anything that may provoke or aggravate your, condition?’

Condition, a funny word. But she had learned to accept it. It was a polite way of asking if one had torn or lost any more pieces sense the last visit.

‘I started attending a rock climbing class, but that was over a month ago.’ That had been a challenge, the demands put on her body had been something she had almost forgotten. Clinging to the artificial rock surface with her two good fingers, while she tried to situate her legs to take her weight. ‘But it is nothing to strenuous.’

Head bobbing, the he made another note, then taking off his spectacles sat on the nearby stool. Groaning under the weight, he looked at her. And for the first time, Scar could see he was really looking at her, every detail.

At long last he opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.

‘Forty three percent.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘Forty three percent scar tissue.’ She added, reaching up to run her fingers over the hollow where the left side of her face had been.

‘Ah, I see.’ Fidgeting with his spectacles. ‘Not the question I was going to ask, but I think I understand. Hence why you felt the need to disrobe entirely.’

‘Inevitably, everyone ends up asking, and requesting it anyways.’

‘Fair enough.’ With a long blown out sigh, he looked her up and down. ‘Physically you seem to be in good condition. I could run always run some additional tests, but before I do, is there anything you want to mention?’

There it was, that lingering gaze, like he was looking through her to her heart of hearts, slowly stripping away her secrets as she sat there.

Mouth opening, she felt a nervous twitch rise from her belly.

‘No.’ She began, then hesitating, color creeping up into her cheeks as she wet her lips. ‘- Yes.’

And leaning over she whispered