A Sick Romance
They began to argue, throwing blame at each other, a chaos of desperate accusations.
Felix immediately brought in the best doctors from the country, and one by one, my fingers were reattached. He also arranged for plastic surgeons to try and fix the scarring on my face; he even brought in a stylist to give me a less hideous haircut.
But the wounds were too deep to be fully healed, and the scars on my hand would leave permanent damage. My hair had been cut so close to the scalp that my once beautiful, long locks were completely shaved off.
Felix stayed by my side for days, never sleeping, never leaving my bedside. He apologized over and over, his voice filled with guilt. "I'm so sorry, Felici