Sleeping

Dr. Lovely's gloved finger traced the length of Rey's cut, skirting the edges of the stitches. With the anesthetic still hanging in there, it was just pressure and coolness, but it still sent a tiny shiver across Rey's skin. "You sure you're a real doctor and not a dead people doctor?" "Quite sure." Dr. Lovely fixed a bandage in place and snapped off his gloves. "You talk far too much to be dead. I would've noticed. I'm sharp like that. Now, if you'll wait just a second, I believe I have an astonishing amount of paperwork for you to fill out."