Sometimes it happened when people got nervous, or maybe his blood sugar was low. "When was the last time you ate?" she asked as she got out the scissors. He looked up at her, "Um.. this morning at breakfast?" he offered. She hmd a bit, "Tony... when you're done could you run to the lounge and grab like.. a cookie or some orange juice or something?" she asked her husband, and smiled.
While he hopefully went and got him something to eat, she went and got the stitches snipped and then carefully removed them as gently as she could. "It might feel weird but it shouldn't hurt.. looks good though, no bleeding."