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Doc didn’t set the bone right. Everyone called him doc, but Mary never really knew if he had a medical degree. No degrees on the wall, practiced out of his own house, and now, this.
She looked at her plaster-bound arm, aching, itching.
Six weeks. It’ll be uncomfortable, but you’ll be better than ever in no time. Do NOT try to take it off yourself.
He’d injected a numbing substance for the pain. It hadn’t helped.
Four weeks in, she ripped the cast away.
Purple-black flesh twisted, her hand ending in claws.
He did something terrible.
And it was spreading.