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   "Nonsense Brandon.  Her tongue is cut out." Hmm, that's funny. Still feels like it's there to me. Curtis turned around and pulled a pair of small, metal scissors. "Now, my dear, this might hurt a little, but not so much as to needing pain killers."  He snipped the sicssors in his hand.

   I closed my eyes as Curtis started to cut away and pull out the stiches in my mouth.  Like he said, it murt a little, but it wasn't the pain that was getting to me. It was the pulling sensation that got to me.  It gave me goosebumps as the body heat warm wires slipped through my lips like worms going through soil.

    "There all done." Curtis said as he pulled out the last stich.  I opened my eyes and watched him as he soaked a cotton ball with alcohol.  Which he then cleaned my lips with.  "Hum, the stich holes have already healed."  He set the coton ball down on a tray with the other stuff and pull a clip board off a table behind him and started joting down notes.  He wrote for a little while, then stopped and stared thinkingly at me.  "Do you know sign language?"

     I rubbed the top my mouth with my tongue.  Cut out my foot.  "No, I don't, but why are you asking?"

   He dropped his clip board and pen and Brandon shifted uncomfortly in the back.  I tried to stiffle a laugh as I looked at their shocked faces.

   Curtis started slapping all his pockets as he looked for a flashlight.  He found one in his top, inside poket and took it out shakaly.  "Can you please open your mouth. I-"

   "Why?," I interrupted, "There ain't nothing to see."

   "You don't understand. Your tongue was cut out."  He was talking to me very slowly.

   "I ain't stupid, so there ain't no reason for you to talk me like that."

    "You-I-I mean" he sputtered.  He started to look around the room and walked around to the other side of my restraint bed.  He looked across to the other side of me and apparently found what he was looking for.  "Brandon, hand me that package on the file cabnet beside you."

    Brandon grabbed it and handed it to Curtis who opened it as fast as he could and started to sift through what looked like pictures.  "Ok, here it is. Take a look for yourself."

     I rolled my eyes and sighed.  "How am I sopposed to do that when my arms are strapped down?"

    "Oh! Yes I had forgoten." He starteed to unbuckle my right arm, but Brandon ran over and grabbed Curtis's arm.  I wouldn't do that if I were you."

    "Why no-," his eyes britened in understanding. "That wasn't very smart of me.  Well, I guess I could hold it for her."  He lifted the picture in front of my face and my breath caught in my throat.