Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. This week’s snippet comes a bit after last week’s, when 17-year-old Adrián was told his two bullet wounds weren’t as bad as he imagined.
Dr. Svoboda has told him to clean them several times a day, and keep them covered, to decrease thee odds of infection. He apologizes for not dispensing morphine, which he doesn’t want to risk when Adrián is so underweight and might have other health problems.
Dr. Svoboda has now moved on to giving 18-year-old Emánuel a TB test, and discovers something he wasn’t expecting.
Dr. Svoboda rolled up Emánuel’s left sleeve and cleaned his inner forearm with alcohol. As he rubbed the gauze pad, his eyes caught on Emánuel’s tattoo. The numbers were small, neat, and delicate, though their presence was still very obvious.
“Can you remove that ugly thing after you test me for tuberculosis? I could get killed if the wrong person discovers it. My buddy also has a tattoo, about the same size.”
“Are you crazy?” Adrián asked. “We’ll both be left with long, ugly scars, and I don’t want a third wound. After almost eight months, I’m used to it. It’s just another part of my body, kind of like a woman’s earrings or wedding ring.”