The first few days are kind of interesting but mostly horrible. Holland feels like he's been taken apart and put back together in the wrong order, and can't stop himself from brushing his fingers over the little gaps in his skin where the stitches have pulled. It's not like it's going to get infected, he thinks bitterly.
The girl's name turns out to be Omen (which he laughs at, at first, but then remembers what she looks like when she's mad), and she frowns the first time she sees him do it. The second time it happens, she fishes a knife out of the front of her shirt and pulls the stitches out herself. Holland stares at her like she's insane, and obviously she is, because what the fuck (this is quickly becoming his favorite phrase). The cuts don't open any more than they already have, and there's no blood, no tingling, no nothing. She rolls her eyes at his face and reminds him that just because he's dead doesn't mean he gets to do nothing all day.
She throws a can of soup at him and tells him to make dinner. For some reason Holland actually does what she says.