Confused
With great care, I began to bandage her foot. I had already removed the nail buried in her flesh, luckily, it did not go that deep, but it was enough to draw a lot of blood.
There were times she would slip in and out of consciousness. Although there were moments when she complained and moved and I had the urge to call the doctor, I didn't see it necessary to bother him at this hour for a simple puncture in her foot. I had the necessary knowledge to take care of this on my own, and tomorrow, at dawn, I would call the doctor to come and check on her and prescribe whatever would make this not get complicated.
“Did I lose my little foot?” Her question made me stop my work, but I didn't raise my face to see her.
“Oh, my God! I've lost my foot!”
"You didn't lose your foot, Seraf
