Once the poles were removed from the young woman’s body, her wounds began healing rapidly. They congealed together like magnets, and it was quite a spectacular show to just watch the fibrous flesh draw into one another again, as the blood ceased bleeding. The scars that formed in place of the automatic stitching soon faded.
Rohit didn’t flinch at the sight of this, probably because there wasn’t much to it, but to him, the show before him looked like swirling rose petals.
Ingrid cleared her throat to snap him out of his unusual fascination and suggested, “We should take her to the back.”
The young man quietly nodded.