CHAPTER HUNDRED & THIRTY NINE

The seventh morning after his awakening, Reynolds could finally walk unassisted.

All the days before that, he needed his grandmother's help to be propped up in bed.

Every form of locomotion hurt. Staying still hurt too. Very badly. Each time he moved his arm or tried to, he experienced agony.

It was as though his body was remembering the flesh entering into his body, the metal a foreigner to his insides.

The wound in his shoulder was easier to treat as the bullet had gone clear through his body. There was no metal to dig out of his skin.

His grandmother simply cleaned the wound, smearing it with salve afterwards to give him some comfort. She often left for the nearby towns to offer her services as a healer.

The hospital in the city was a little to expensive for town dwellers like his grandmother, racking up astronomical bills for the smallest of services. She was a skilled healer and was more affordable, so often they patronized her, causing her to always be on the move, leaving
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