It formed a red hole, as big as a penny piece.

The skin had been torn away, displaying the rosy flesh, studded with dark specks.

Streaks of blood had run as far as the shoulder in thin threads that had dried up.

The bite looked a deep, dull brown colour against the white skin, and was situated under the right ear.

Laurent scrutinised it with curved back and craned neck, and the greenish mirror gave his face an atrocious grimace.
Satisfied with his examination, he had a thorough good wash, saying to himself that the wound would be healed in a few days.