Bulletproof

Twelve years after Insane. *spoilers*

"They want to make buttons out of my bones."
-Gregory Corso

Cory sat on the chair, twiddling his thumbs, humming a song from his childhood.
Claire walked up to him. "Cory, what are you thinking about?"
He glanced up at the girl, his silver eyes sparkling in the light. "Claire, I was thinking about when the man shot me."
He held up his hand, missing three fingers.
Claire winced. "Since Samantha died, it hasn't been the same, has it?"