Dexter didn't doubt his decision for a second. Who else could it be if not him?
He felt guilty in front of Amanda, for not having had time, for allowing her to put herself in danger, for having personally deprived her of a limb. How will she take it when she comes to her senses?
Her words were firmly embedded in his memory when she asked him to cut off her leg, but was she fully aware of herself at that moment? What if when she wakes up, she doesn't want to see him anymore?
All he could do for her now was to let her live on and hate him for the rest of her life, it was better than death or eternal hibernation.
- I will take your blood, Your Grace, in several steps. It will take some time, but we can't subject you to exsanguination, do you understand? – said the doctor, taking off his bloody robe and replacing it with a new one.
- Take as much as you need. - That was Dexter's whole answer.
