This time, Dr. Lawrence didn't come for us in the morning, which was also a reason we could eat breakfast in peace. When I looked at my cracked watch, I saw that we would have a one-on-one therapy session tomorrow anyway. I could flip the coin on her, looking into the future, while thinking of asking her for advice regarding my current psychological state.
Dr. Lawrence's last piece of advice regarding my leg was a good one.
After giving even a bit of attention to it, it didn't hurt that much anymore, and since the table in my mind had shown the two sides, my powers had been divided; it didn't hurt at all.
But that doesn't mean I am able to take a look at it and eventual scars. For that, I can remember far too vividly how it felt as it was crushed between the giant's teeth, in addition to the rest of my journey through the giant's insides.
The certainty that I had lost a body part, something I couldn't face then, was also something I couldn't face now.
