“How bad was it?”
The doctor hesitated.
Then said quietly:
“You were lucky to survive.”
Bumpy nodded slightly.
As if confirming something he already knew.
Then he asked a second question.
Not about his injuries.
Not about the guards.
Not about prison.
“Did they learn?”
The doctor frowned.
“Did who learn?”
Bumpy turned his head slowly toward the window.
A faint hint of something—not quite a smile—touched his face.