[he gets onto his front, laying diagonally on the bed to fit. The exit wound scar is perfectly visible this way. It's just as ghastly and pink as the one marring his abdomen.
He raises and arm, resting his forehead on his forearm.]
I must confess, I'm very excited. Massage was a very rare luxury, one that I wish I could have convinced my superiors that it was paramount to good health. Alas.