Where were my parents?
“There you are,moy sladkiy,” a man’s voice crooned soothingly.
My sweet.
“You won’t be able to move yet. Only rest. It is very important you rest.”
“Wh—what… happened?” I whispered.
“I’m Dr Novikov, your surgeon. I’ll explain everything soon. Sleep for now,” he said, pulling out a needle.
I felt something in my neck.
“You have an IV in your neck. I’m giving you something for the pain.”
In my neck?
Didn’t IVs go in the arm?
I managed to turn and look at my arm. It was bandaged. I began to pant.
I only had a stump. An elbow.
Where did the rest go?
Where was my hand?
The doctor.
I tried to think, tried to focus—
But whatever he gave me was fast-acting.
His smiling face blurred.
There was pleasure in his cold grey eyes.
Wrong.
All wrong.
???
The next time I woke up, my head felt heavy from the medication and—something else.
My arm!
I lifted it up.
It happened in slow motion.
I had an arm again, but where my wrist should have been there was metal. Where my hand had been was a wide hoof. Split into two and black. As wide as my palm had been. My eyes travelled up the metal to see a white prosthetic attached to my elbow.
What the fuck was this?
“Remain calm, Lena. I will explain. I cannot have you stress and mess up your endocrine system.”
The doctor.