Comic: by laceknee
With a sigh Daryl stands, rummaging through his pack to find the last of his long sleeves and goes over to Carol to drape it over her slender frame. Just like before, he sees them. Angry cigarette burns, that are a dull pink now. It churns his stomach when Daryl sees the jagged and raised lines of scars that litter diagonally across her back. It looked like she was pushed onto broken glass. Some are white, some are mixture of pink and gray—he can’t seem look away.
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