Chapter 46

Then there was a knock at the door and Dr. Warner walked in. She was a tall woman, straight-backed despite her advanced age. Her gray hair hung to her shoulders, and complimented her round face. She inspected the notes on his file, a look of concentration on her face. When she glanced up, she smiled.

“Hello, Sean.”

“Hi, Dr. Warner.”

“So, what seems to be the issue?”

“I burned my hand last week.”

“I see. And that’s kind of a big deal in your line of work. What concerns me is the fever—however slight. Let’s take a look.”

She washed her hands then put on latex gloves. When she stood beside him, he held up his hand. The back wound was still large and puffy. He had been more worried that it would rupture, given it was located in a spot more likely to bump something. The one on his palm hadn’t given him any trouble until the day before yesterday. It had a sterile pad covering it, with a bandage securing it in place.