Babs shook her head. "It's not about how they look, it's about how they work," she said, her tone extremely matter-of-fact. "And about the amount of pain you might be in. That's something we're definitely going to work on. It gets worse over time. The piano's a good start, but we'll put you on a regimen." Patient to patient contact, even something that innocent, was frowned upon anyway, but she didn't say anything.
"Do you like the sleeping pills?" Babs asked next. "People tend to react differently. Personally, I hated them, but it can be hard to say no when a doctor prescribes something for you. A lot of people feel obligated to take whatever it is."
There was little advice she had to offer where it came to the facial scars. It wasn't her area of medical expertise, but it sounded as if Laurie was doing all that she could to make them vanish. Babs was lucky. Hers were easily hidden underneath a shirt. "You're hiding your face, aren't you?"