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He returned with a satchel that looked like the traveling s I used to see in old er He unrolled a piece of canvas that had slots for all of his tools My eyes were immediately drawn to one of the to a weapon I had seen since uy way too big for ht be able to get out of Winter’s twisted funhouse a lot faster than I originally thought

What if I don’t take advantage of this--don’t try I et another chance for days--weeks--months

The doctor cleaned the wounds on ed it I let hi other than a little cleaning and a s I had to find a way to get that scalpel

“Doctor…” I exhaled sharply “Is there anything you can do about this?”

I lowered the blanket and rolled towards hihs The result of Connor’s cruelty--the switch that I hipped with until the wood splintered

“Oh my” He blinked a couple of times--I doubted he was shocked by ave him pause

“I was a bad girl, doctor--but it still hurts” I reirl I used to be, and dove headfirst into her headspace

“I--yes, I should be able to do so” He cleared his throat and reached for his

The distraction hat I needed The et a closer look, my arm stretched out until I was able to palical tool fro and folded part of the bedspread over it He didn’t notice

“I will have to ask again if I can touch you, miss…” He held up the tube of ointment he used to sooth my other wounds

“Yes, doctor That will be fine” I nodded

The doctor rubbed oinths, and I could tell it made him uncomfortable He was obviously not the kind ofwomen ere so clearly abused Maybe I could have trusted hi I could be sure of was the scalpel I took and what kind of da a person I didn’t recognize, but willing to go as far into the darkness as I had to if necessary