That much I can see...though I have no idea how. [Adele sets the penlight back in her pocket, staring at the wound. No bleeding, the cut was ragged but clean all the way through; she's never seen anything like this, not even on a cadaver. She pulls out the journal that was made of simple paper and nothing else and began to write notes. Her patient's name, height, weight, injury, hypothetical methods of treatment, and a sketch of what the cut looked like.]

As there are no torn edges to sew together, there is nothing I can do with what I know now...it is almost as if the flesh that was struck was cut from you entirely.