"We were so glad when you came to, Tay." Doctor Reily remarked happily as he busily cut away the gauze that shrouded his head. "I know your parents had accepted your earlier decision, but we were all so happy when you decided this in the end."
   Refusing to answer him, Taylor waited in agony as he heard the scissors cut rapidly and felt the cool rush of air as it hit his fevered skin.
   "Now, there will be some slight swelling and bruising still, and you won't be able to stay out in sunlight for a while, but you'll be completely healed in a month's time or so." The surgeon predicted cheerfully.
   "Okay…" He breathed, as the last bandaged was removed.
   Watching him stare, caused Taylor to be forced directly to the edge. "Is something wrong?" He managed to croak out, his throat unbearably dry, and the unknown excruciating.
   Doctor Reily grinned broadly, "I should really be given an award for this." He announced as he produced a mirror and held it up.
   Reluctantly taking it, Taylor held it up with a shaky hand.
   The sight made his stomach roll painfully, and he could feel the nausea take over as his head began to pound. "You did it." He whispered hoarsely, "You made me like I was before."
   Nodding proudly, he looked up at his patient. The sense of pride and elatedness died abruptly. The pain and sadness in the boys' eyes confused him. He came to him with horribly disfigured face, and now that he returned him to normal, he was … upset?
   Taylor bit his lip and tried to force a smile. It failed. "My family will thank you." He whispered before he stood and started walking towards the door, avoiding his sharp gaze.
   Getting out into the hallway, he nearly collapsed against the wall.
   The bitter tears fell without care of onlookers. He was in too much pain.
   "It's gonna all come back. Everything is going to be exactly as it was!"
   A sob tore from his parched throat, creating fresh waves of pain. "Oh God."