[ He'll come back on his own bed. No blood anywhere — leg healed whole, throat unslit. The hole in his abdomen closed, without a dimple or a lump, though John's left it strangely sensitive like a new erogenous zone. He's clean-skinned under clean sheets, glazed clay mug of brackish drinking water and his new knife by the bed, and he's alone.
John left him a note, though, mind-to-mind, waiting for him to resurface. ]
If I see you cutting yourself like that again, I'll take your toys away.
[ Whether he means the knife or like, his hands or something else awful is open to interpretation. ]
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John left him a note, though, mind-to-mind, waiting for him to resurface. ]
If I see you cutting yourself like that again, I'll take your toys away.
[ Whether he means the knife or like, his hands or something else awful is open to interpretation. ]