" Ooh! That's quite unfortunate, and for how long have been you suffering from that? " I couldn't help but ask.
" Almost 10 years now, I did apply some medicine but it didn't work either... The medic who was treating me said; I don't have hopes, it will never wake up again, just cut it and throw it away, " he said with a sad voice.
Pfft-
I was on the verge of bursting out, but, I maintained my composure.
[ Hehe! I guess the medic was right ]
"And? What did you do? " I couldn't help but ask curiously.
" Of course, I didn't cut it, how can I cut my pride and throw it away, it is my third hand, third leg, my little brother, my soul carrier, my honor, my dignity... I don't have the heart to do it, " he muttered.
" I See, if medicine doesn't work then a strong emotional turmoil might help you, have you tried it," I said to him.
