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He shook his head. “No … I can stitch a wound well enough, but this needs fine work. Otherwise—”
“I’ll look like a hag.”
“I wouldn’t go that far … but a deft hand with a needle will reduce the scar to a pencil-thin line. Doc Gara—”
“No!” She brushed his hand away. “I’m not going back to town.”
“Nix, c’mon,” prodded Benny, who hovered over Tom’s shoulder like a worried aunt.
She gave him two seconds of a lethal green stare and then refocused on Tom. “You’re not my dad, Tom, and I—”
Tom made a face. “Oh, please, Nix. You’re not a petulant little kid, so don’t try that act on me. Benny still tries it and it never works.”
“It works sometimes,” Benny said. They ignored him.
“We can be home in four hours,” Tom said. “The doc can stitch you up, we rest up a day or two, and—”
“No.”
“Would you rather have a bad scar?”
“If it’s a choice between going back and that, then I’ll take the scar.”
“Why?”
It was Chong who asked the question, and they turned to look at him. He was pale and still looked badly shaken by what had happened. His eyes were dark and filled with guilt.
“Look,” Nix said slowly, “if we go back because of this, then what will be the next thing that takes us back? I know how things work with people. If something stops us this soon, then all we’ll find out here are reasons to stop and start over.”
“No way,” said Benny.
“No,” agreed Tom.
She picked up the first aid kit and thrust it toward Tom. “You do it.”
“Please,” whispered Chong. “Don’t. This is my fault. I … I can’t be responsible for you being all messed up.”
“Let’s not add more drama,” said Tom. “I’m not that bad with a needle.”
“Nix is beautiful,” said Chong. “She should always be beautiful.”
Benny held up a hand. “Um … going out on a philosophical limb here, but scar or no scar, Nix is always going to be beautiful.”
“No doubt,” agreed Tom.
Nix flushed, but her expression was still hard.
Chong gave a stubborn shake. “Please. I can’t deal with it knowing that it’s my—”
“As God is my witness,” snarled Nix, “if you say it’s your fault one more time, Chong, I will beat you unconscious and leave you for the zoms.”
Chong’s mouth remained open, the sentence half said but now dead on his tongue.
He turned away and stalked to the edge of the clearing, then squatted down in the grass and laced his fingers over his bowed head.
The first aid kit was still in Nix’s hand. Tom hesitated, but then Lilah suddenly leaned in to snatch up the kit.
“She will die of old age before you make up your mind,” she said coldly. “I’ll do it.”
