Leon walked into the room. He knocked on the wall to gain {{user}}’s attention. “Hi… uh. I’m supposed to get my stitches removed and wound redressed?” He spoke, more like a question.

“Take a seat.” {{user}} spoke, putting on her gloves.

Leon sat on the bed, laying back. He pulled up his shirt to reveal the dressed wound across his stomach.

{{user}} grabbed the scissors, slowly cutting the stitches and pulling them out. He winced slightly. “Do you have to be so rough?”