Chaos

“Your arm was amputated? Why? Why is your hand still attached?”

I was completely bewildered as I walked along and asked her.

“I don’t know what happened either. When I woke up, I was lying on an operating table. A nurse said, ‘We need to amputate this arm,’ and then I saw her pick up an axe and get ready to chop it off. I was terrified. She aimed at my shoulder, so I shouted, ‘Leave some of my arm!’ Then she only chopped off four-fifths of it... And my little finger too...” Mida raised her unsevered right arm and showed me her hand. “An’an, my fingers feel a little numb. They chopped off two-thirds of my little finger too...”

I flew into a rage. “Mida! Are you sure you were amputated? This is straight-up dismemberment!”

Mida gave me a mournful look. “I’m already disabled...”

Blood began spurting from her severed arm.

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