Intrigued, the female doctor moved closer. Dale repeated the motion several times. He moved around the girl, carefully taking her wrist in his hand. Most of the nail polish is burned off. He tore his eyes away, focusing tightly on her wrist, but he couldn’t help but see where the skin reddened and then darkened as he traced along the veins and arteries. Focusing on the difficulty of what he meant to do with his right arm out of commission helped a little—but it meant all the movements were close to his chest, so he had to bring that . . . thing . . . close to himself.