Pope

The doctor doesn’t say anything. Her expression doesn’t change, more soldier than caretaker. She doesn’t touch Pope but she gives him a long, cool look and then tells him to put his clothes back on. “If either of you have internal damage,” she says finally, “and there’s infection, it can get very bad. I can give you antibiotics but if you’re damaged inside—“

Her jaw works.

“It will be very bad. Do you understand?”