Rosalie hadn't meant here when she mentioned an examination. There were appropriate places — usually involving curtains, a bed and a nurse to protect both of their dignities. She nearly suggested as much, but he was already rolling up his pant leg and she was too embarrassed to speak. Instead, Rosalie stood from her chair and moved closer to him to better examine his damaged calf.

He was right — the wound was especially gruesome. That he had kept his leg had baffled her minutes ago and continued to confuse her the longer she stared at the angry red scars. "What have you been doing for scar management?" She asked from her now crouched position, though she made no move to touch it. "It'll take awhile for the scars to feel less sensitive but you want to keep them as mobile as possible."

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