Reprieve

Do you really have to wear that eye patch? I wasn't expecting that as a first question, especially since the last half hour was an ordeal I don't wish to repeat---most of which was an angry and contentious woman, who could break my arm like a twig, yelling at both of us. 
I suddenly felt very awkward and wanted to flee; it had been a long time since I spent anytime talking to someone, let alone in a frank manner. I figured it was best to limit what I revealed and until I knew more about Warren, less was safer for all concerned.
I find it necessary and less to explain, wearing a patch. Having a yellow colored iris puts folks off; I don't need to attract anymore attention to myself. Attempting to divert the conversation from me, I ask how he is feeling now. Much better thanks, other than a slight discomfort...you stuck those metal tongs in a ways and I really thought you'd pull out part of my guts. How you got that, that parasite out is beyond me. Practice, I'm afraid; encountered them before, not always successful though. If it had been in any longer, the toxins the creature secrets, especially during its metabolic changes, would have killed you. It's an agonizing death and not a pretty site either...puss and blood oozing out from all orifices...OK! I think I understand enough and your putting me off my forthcoming breakfast. As if on que, Mrs. Bennett brings in a tray of eggs, bacon, and toast. I guzzle down a steaming cup of coffee, burning my throat, but feel fueled by the much needed caffeine. The hearty breakfast devoured, with Mrs. Bennett's approval, she takes the cleaned plates and leaves us once again.
I can see Warren is tired and after what he's been through, needs rest. I do ask him about when he remembers getting stung or bit or had an encounter with someone and felt pain in his back afterwards. He looks puzzled, memory probably fuzzy, and then says he recalled one night, after waiting in the pub for me to show (which I didn't, again) a man fell against him; seemly drunk as a skunk, since he couldn't stand very well. Groping Warren in an attempt to stand up, must have push against his lower back because soon after Warren felt a strange hot spot and what he thought was a pulled muscle. Warren could barely keep his eyes open now and drifts off to sleep. Checking his temperature, nearly back to normal and removing the bandage, no longer needed and would cause suspicion, check to see the wound I had inflicted just a short time ago, had completely healed; just a small scar remains.
Taking my bag and all the evidence, I depart. Little did I know, I had left an important component behind.