[ "Unofficial doctor" is the least alarming thing Simon's heard today. He got his brain scanned by a PhD student doing an experiment, and he's already been operated on and dumped in an alley today. So what's the worst that could happen. ]
No one's told me much. [ He takes just enough weight off his right hand for a miniscule lurch that reminds him the other one doesn't exist and straightens, a little, leaning against the sink instead of supporting his whole torso on it.
He wipes sweat off his bloodless-white face with the back of a bent wrist. He dimly notes that the guy's eyes are intense, slightly startling. Remember when Simon's eyes were startling? Pepperidge Farms remembers. ]
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No one's told me much. [ He takes just enough weight off his right hand for a miniscule lurch that reminds him the other one doesn't exist and straightens, a little, leaning against the sink instead of supporting his whole torso on it.
He wipes sweat off his bloodless-white face with the back of a bent wrist. He dimly notes that the guy's eyes are intense, slightly startling. Remember when Simon's eyes were startling? Pepperidge Farms remembers. ]
Is that the thing in my head?