Emotion Taster

Arc 3.5 All Round Healing: Chapter 1 - Recovery

Recovery is difficult. I have no hands to move, my every movement is very limited from the hands, shoulders, stomach, even legs, everything is damaged. Whenever there is an itchy sensation in the scar, I can only hope that it goes away on its own.

Overall Dina's sister in my room was a partner who accompanied me in every shortage and need when doctors and nurses were not there to look after. But, to be honest he was not very instrumental and was just more like a talkative.

I've had itchiness in my face and eyes. However, when I asked Brother Dina to help scratch or at least blow smooth, the itching did not go away and instead ended up being amused mixed.

Also in one incident I asked him to change my sleeping position because of the cramps and tingling that I suffered. But, because of his fatigue, he instead made me have to move the hand and fingers themselves to get the comfortable position. Several times my body turned in the wrong position until the supposed comfortable sleeping position even became heavy resting on the spine.

Yes ... In the end, only me and my own body know how to get comfort. Scratching others even amused and leave another itching, arranged sleeping position other people even difficult to get comfort.

After more than twenty hours I came to my senses, finally a small wind came out on the anus. Farting which is one of the main signs where the digestive organs back to work has arrived. That means I can eat normally even in smaller portions and still be hung by the infusion.

During this time I took a break from a full bath in the bathroom, of course it was for safety and the healing process. For body hygiene, I just got a warm water rag from the male nurse. Although Dina's sister is my family, but of course I don't want to be in an awkward situation she rubs her vital organs. I am now a big dark black with the color of adult body parts that I think give tension to teenage girls.

Three days passed, my wounds began not to hurt too much and felt that many parts of the skin had dried up to heal. In these times my food and medicine intake was heavily guarded, the medical team not only treated the injuries through physical, but the nutritional intake was also important. The hard feeling when they bribed me and made me take the tablet medicine without hands was also a torture in itself.

The sensation of my hand was absent, the movement of the package in which I straightened the neck together the water became new. I had to have a special telepathy where the right point was for them to give me water and stop giving me water, whether it was with sister Dina or with the nurse. With two hands missing, I couldn't give any cues other than with a jolt of breath and a throat shake. It became a problem again because it became vulnerable for me to choke.

On the third day, classmates and school staff began to visit. Of course not all go into the room, they come alternately in the hospital and talk to each other sharing experiences.

I myself did not expect to get attention, receiving many guests as well as being very tiring for my sense of emotional detection. So, as much as possible I want the meeting to pass quickly.

"..."

However, one thing that made me think of was the whereabouts of Imarine and Amalia who were not present at the official show. Indeed the two girls were in different classes with me, but it felt a little strange when the person I thought was more memorable was important was not even present. Especially for Imarine, I still haven't got the latest news now.

Some questions I asked my classmates about Imarine's whereabouts. From the answers of those who knew him, I did not get any special answers. He was now in school as usual after not attending school for two days. In the end, I did not get any useful information about the state of Imarine from those people.

Time passed, I spent a week in my room healing myself. From the medical personnel who submitted my medical history, the growth and recovery of the bones in my hand went very fast. This may be good news, but doctors see this as abnormal. Although the shape of the bone that grows is really as expected, but seeing it go too well even makes its own horror for him.

Whatever it is, I've been able to walk for a week. As long as the results are still good, thinking about it will only increase fatigue. Left aside with my broken bone and in need of further treatment, the healed right leg makes very good news. I didn't have to spend time with the nurse when I was throwing out the daily urine, the healed leg allowed me to use the bathroom again.

My left wrist is still stiff, but that doesn't mean it can't be moved. To urinate I can still, taking a few sheets of tissue with the stiff hand is still possible.

Three days later, my left wrist was healed. Now the gibs are tightly grasping and keeping the bone position already broken down. My job now is to do light exercise on the wrist to get back to normal. At this stage, the wound left is one right hand and several skin incisions that have not been fully covered. That means, no more intense treatment, I can be discharged now.

My family picked up, the administrative fees were settled, and I started packing farewells with all the medical personnel concerned. They helped me a lot, even to take care of something privacy when I was completely paralyzed. But, with this I began to gain my freedom a little, only to be left with a little practice with my left hand. Inevitably I will spend the rest of the time being left-handed because the crack of my right hand is much worse than all the injuries I got.

This shows how far apart we are now, which proves that closeness and bonding are not strong enough to keep an eye on each other. But, I casually tried to calm down. Accidents remain accidents, no matter they give more attention or not, I am still on the path I choose. Without their guilt, the wave of emotion I had was enough to know how worried they were. At one point, I myself felt that emotion was so contagious that I felt guilty for making them anxious.

The next day after I got home from the hospital, I decided to go back to school. My long absence will also cause various other problems. So, of course I do not want to add to the hassle with the following problems with various teachers later.

"Huft .. hah ...."

That morning I received no additional attention from anyone. The house was quiet again, and even sister Dina who had accompanied the meal was no longer there. The parents in this house remain busy, no matter how they are under contract and will be fatal to the job if ignored.

"..."

I saw a dining table where there was already warm cooking. From the layout of the dishes and the food, I can understand it was made by Brother Dina.

Yes ... Kak Dina also has her own business. I told you not to pay more attention now, and here's what I got. Back to my normal life again.

I myself do not need sister Dina to take care of myself, my skills rely on the left hand to eat and do the job is still good. So, the situation where I was being fed by Brother Dina still never happened now.

I finished breakfast and started to leave. I went to open the back door, lock the section and turn around to continue on to the main journey.

*Flap, flap, flap

Hmn ...?

Suddenly I heard the flapping of the wings of a bird approaching hard enough. From the sound of the sound, I could tell that this type of bird had a large size. I quickly searched for the source of the sound, glanced up at the sky and saw a dark color perched at the end of the wall of the fence behind my house.

Yes ... Seeing this, I also already know who is there.

Kaivan, how are you doing now?

Ask the bird using his telepathy. Yes ... The bird is a crow, a raven demon ... Pero.