(Noah)
Carter arrived ten minutes after the prospect found him.
He looked at me, then at Reese sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, then back at me with the expression of a man who had worked out exactly what had happened this morning and had decided it wasn't his business.
Smart man.
"Sit," he said.
I sat on the bed and pulled my shirt up. Carter unwrapped the bandage and looked at the stitches carefully, checking each one without rushing.
"You moved around," he said.
"A little," I said.
Reese made a sound from the corner that wasn't quite a laugh.
Carter looked at the wound for another moment then started rewrapping it. "It held. You got lucky. Another hour of moving around and it wouldn't have."
"It's fine," I said.
"It's fine now," he said. "Keep it that way."
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