He was easily 6'1', maybe 6'2'. Large African man, young, in his late twenties, with muscles on his muscles. He'd come in today for removal of stitches after lacerating his middle finger punching through a glass door. Common complaint. It's either that or a window. Which is surprising because you think that people would learn.
One minute, we were threading the suture cutter underneath his bright...
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