Ironhand

Edie stared at George's hand, eyes wide in shock at what was happening to it. She tore her eyes away and saw that George had gone very pale as he examined the changes. He was staring so intently that he had completely stopped blinking.
"What happening?" she asked quietly.
He had no idea, but it was something. From the scar that the dragon had slashed on it, three distinct lines had begun to emerge, dark lines, coloring the pale skin of his hand as they spiraled down and around to his wrist like tendrils on a briar.
"Is it blood pouncing?" Edie asked tentatively.
He examined the three line closely, although everything inside him made him want to pull his eyes away.
"No," he said, mouth drying up, "It's something worse."