Chapter 5 Comic Strip by Ashley Garcia and Andrea Suazes
It will hurt you a bit but that will pass. Grit your teeth.
Everything went of well. You're brave my boy. Now You're going to stay here for two weeks., rest comfortably, and it will be over. You'll eat well, and relax your body and your nerves.
The doctor came to tell me that the operation would be the next day. At ten o'clock in the morning, they took me into the operating room.
Doctor, I'm thirsty.....
What's the matter, son?
"My" doctor was there. I took comfort from this. I felt that nothing serious could happen while he was there. There was balm in every word he spoke, and every glance he gave me held a message of hope. The operation lasted an hour. They had not put me to sleep. I kept my eyes fixed upon my doctor. Then I felt myself go under.
Shall I still be able to use my leg?
When I came round, opening my eyes, I could see nothing at first but a great whiteness, my sheets; then I noticed the face of my doctor, bending over me.
Well then, listen to me. You'll be completely recovered in a fortnight. You'll be able to walk like anyone else.
The sole of your foot was all full of pus. We just had to open the swelling.
You haven't had your leg amputated
I could only follow the movements of his lips. I scarcely understood what he was saying, but the murmur of his voice did me good. Suddenly a cold sweat broke out on forehead. I could not feel my leg! Had they amputated it? I lacked the courage to ask him the question. He had water brought to me. He was smiling. He was getting ready to go and visit the other patients.