More than a month ago, he’d woken after the surgery only half a man. A cripple. His hopes, his future, everything shattered. They had destroyed his manhood, the ability to take care of himself or anyone else.
Why didn’t they let me die? Peter should have saved himself and not me. I never deserved it. I should be where Jarek is, dead and dumped into a ditch.
Why didn’t they let me die? Peter should have saved himself and not me. I never deserved it. I should be where Jarek is, dead and dumped into a ditch.His hand fingered the stump. It was well-healed and they’d taken the bandages away, but he refused to look at the thing that hung from his hip. That useless stump of itching and burning flesh.
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