Penelope looked around at first before moving her right wrist to her lap. "I well--I'm here since my hand is sore," she said, gesturing to it with her left hand. She had barely ever let any non-medical staff have a look at it.
She rolled up the sleeve to her elbow to reveal her hand, which was in a neutral position, with extensive scarring a bit further up her forearm. "I woke up and it was sore. And I'm worried that somehow it got infected just since that blackened area wasn't there until this morning when I woke up," she said, referring to the black spot on her wrist, between the scarring and the wrist itself. "Its been healed for a long time though. It was from over five years ago, when they didn't want me to write anymore nonsense."