Scars of the Past
Language: en
The lab fire was sudden and violent. My boyfriend instinctively raised his hand to shield me, losing a layer of skin in the process. On the day we broke up, I deliberately aimed for his deepest wound. "Every time I look at those hands, I feel physically sick." Years later, he became my father's attending physician. Before discussing the prognosis, he asked with a calm expression: "Miss Miller, will my hands cause you any physiological discomfort?"