"Linden Lockwhatever happened to me, the District Six Mentor. Attacked me with a piece of glass and then claimed that he doesn't remember doing it because he's a traumatized little lamb or whatever his excuse was."
He gets up so he's sitting next to her in bed. He lets her take his face and examine the injury. "Four goddamn stitches. Four. The medic said it would heal without a scar but had the District brat pushed it a little further I'd have had a cut jugular."
And being the way he is, Jason hadn't let the medic numb the area before putting the stitches in, hadn't agreed to take antibiotics, had only agreed to an antibacterial cream.
"They're giving him a single night in prison. What I say, it's goddamn anarchy out there."
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He gets up so he's sitting next to her in bed. He lets her take his face and examine the injury. "Four goddamn stitches. Four. The medic said it would heal without a scar but had the District brat pushed it a little further I'd have had a cut jugular."
And being the way he is, Jason hadn't let the medic numb the area before putting the stitches in, hadn't agreed to take antibiotics, had only agreed to an antibacterial cream.
"They're giving him a single night in prison. What I say, it's goddamn anarchy out there."