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“Thanks, Laura.”
“Robbie, wait!”
Lewis turns, one hand still on the door, expecting more information about the victim’s injuries.
“Yeah?”
“Is James still in pain?”
“What?!”
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice that he couldn’t even sit down yesterday?”
“Erm...”
“I don’t suppose he’d let me examine him...”
“Likely not.”
“...so you’ll need to check him – carefully, mind you – for tearing.”
“Tearing? Oh! No, Laura, that’s not what...”
“If there’s any broken skin at all, make him see his doctor.”
“But...”
“I’m serious. An infection could be nasty.”
“But...”
“And, for God’s sake, Robbie, next time, use more bloody lube!”