“I woke up in the hospital where I learned that I was in the operating room for ten hours, with the doctors trying to reconnect the two bones that used to be my right Tibia,” said Nom, who let go of the hand that Pon was holding.
“Why did you let go, cookie bunch?”
Nom pulled up his pants on the right leg and showed Pon the stitch scars in it. “Forty stitches all in all to close this wound,” said Nom, who revealed his right shin with stitch marks that formed an inverted T.
“I once asked you how got that scar, and you kept telling me that it was from an accident. So that was the accident?” asked Pon.
“Krap. I never fully told you that until today because the memory from that vacation triggers my anxiety.”
“How long did you stay in the hospital?” asked Pon as he traced the stitches with his hand. Afterwards, he kissed his cookie bunch in the cheeks.