Sexual Healing - flashback
Murphy was still half-asleep when the Grounder couple ushered him off to the Healer. It was, he supposed, a good idea to be checked out. He had traveled through the Dead Zone twice without medical attention, and Abby had scarcely looked at him following his initial return. He still fostered a litany of minor injuries. Perhaps a foreign eye could come in handy, since he wasn’t in the mood for dying just yet.
The sun rose lazily over Gona: a smear of sulphur across the green horizon. Murphy approached the healer’s tent with a tight grip on his backpack, now filled to the brim with fresh meat; he felt a sense of triumph, of worthiness. Before he could think about it, Murphy peered his head inside the tent without so much as knocking.
“Hello?”
