Today's OneWord: Medical

A crossfire medical examination made Lucy cross and Larry even crosser. The festering marks on the poor woman's hands never seemed to go away or lose their color. It was always red. Red, red, red. Very very red. Like a traffic light against the industry skyline of Los Angeles. Pastel red that grew warm sticky in polluted air. And always that tender stinging from the core of the wound to the very edges.