The scar begins at his left collarbone and runs toward the chest, where it crosses under his sternum and around toward the back.
It’s shaped like the letter C.
There is also a permanent mark from where the bullet entered, barely missing a lung and instead burying itself in the latissimus dorsi muscle, which surgeons discovered after opening him up and meticulously searching through the damage.
There was no exit wound. It was in there somewhere.
Nick Robone has the terror replayed each day in the mirror, the result of those 70 staples used to close the vast wound, a harsh and yet motivational reminder about what happened and how he refuses to let it define him.