I woke up the next morning and I could not raise my hands. I had to go inside the bathroom to see if I could lift my hands, but it was too heavy to do that.
I came out of the bathroom, holding my arms, looking at Clara who was on the bed, looking at me, I knew what was running through her mind.
“ What is it?" I asked.
“ Why did you not stay here to check that, you think that I will be mad at you?” She said,
" It's my hand”
" I can see that”
She stood up from the bed and walked to my side, she dragged my hands, it was so painful that I screamed.
" You should be careful, it's painful,” I said.
" You are very stubborn, I told you it was not just an ordinary knife, that knife was poisoned and it was used on you, we need to get you treated” She ran out of the room.
I followed h
