He wiped his hand on his bedsheet toga unconsciously, as if that would rub off the shock he’d felt touching the girl. The two doctors and the zebra were looking at the girl’s hand intently, as if they expected it to suddenly turn back to normal. They leaned close, studying it with the same intensity of a golfer willing the ball into the hole. Finally—whether satisfied or dissatisfied by the result—the female doctor turned the girl’s hand over, and Dale saw for the first time the true extent of the damage.