Crystalline blues widened broadly at the sight of the skin; there was truly no blemish of the flesh whatsoever. Emery resisted running a hand over it, to avoid causing Trenton anymore discomfort - in the case that he was already uncomfortable in the position he was in - and merely bent his back slightly to get a closer look. "Truly fascinating," he whispered incredulously.
His previous colleagues would think him mad to see he was accepting something so impossible. Something so supernatural couldn't occur, they would claim, Emery, get your mind out of the clouds again. But Emery never ruled out possibilities when it came to the natures of his work. No matter how bizarre the conclusion.
"Tell me, Mr. Beck, when you - er - when you recovered from this wound, did it hurt?"