Eva gave Shirley a confused look, clearly unable to understand her language, and continued her ancient healing ritual.
Dora placed two branches on my shoulder, one in front and one behind, then secured them tightly with strips of cloth.
Cara took out a stone knife and carefully cut my skin, letting fresh blood flow onto the red branches.
Eva prayed softly, her expression serious. She spoke quickly in a low, rhythmic voice, but I couldn't make out what she was saying.
The wound on my shoulder began to itch intensely, and I couldn't resist the urge to scratch it.
Dora and Cara immediately grabbed my hands, stopping me from moving.
Eva picked up a third branch. She glanced at my severely injured genitals, placed the branch beneath it, and began applying a strange mixture of mud and ash
