Checkered Hearts
His chest was scarred — the surgical site from the ablation, healed but visible, the reminder that his heart had been opened, mapped, burned, repaired.
Cyrus's hands moved with professional efficiency — cleaning the skin with alcohol, abrading slightly for conductivity, placing the electrodes in the V1-V6 positions that were standard and specific. But his fingers lingered, not sexually, informatively — feeling the scar tissue, assessing the healing, the knowledge that was tactile and intimate.