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January 9, 2015
Sutures please, the doctor said.

Nurse Okawa handed her an electronic device with a bulbous tip, shaped vaguely like a Christmas ornament.

The doctor focused her even, green eyes on the wound. Lie still, she said gently, with a trace element of force.

The instrument lit up to a profusion of color that almost matched the intensity of the doctor's red locks, flowing past shoulder length over her powder blue examination jacket.

The patient looked more calm, but there were still lines of worry etched around his eyes.

Takes time.