FTEC, Sunday, Evening Shift [Oct 21]
Ronan sat down behind the front desk at the clinic, his exhaustion almost palpable, as much as he tried to cover it. One hand kept coming up, subconsciously running along the new scar dividing his left eyebrow; had he noticed, Ronan would have done what he could to stop, to avoid drawing attention to it.
Although, for a new scar, it was remarkably healed already.
Although, for a new scar, it was remarkably healed already.