You can’t help but wince at Jedidiah’s marred face, the blood dark and sticky. It’s been over a decade since you’ve seen him, your childhood best friend.

Your fingers carefully stitch up his cheeks, and he’s quiet, his blue eyes never leaving your face. You wonder if he even recognizes you, though he must by the way he’s looking at you.

He looks like he wants to say something, though it would be hard for him to speak in this state.