After carefully examining my hand, I came to a terrible realization - there were more holes, many more. Every touch was painful and the skin had darkened. Valera woke up to my screams and turned to me. "What happened, why are you screaming?" I pointed to my hand and explained what had happened. He quickly took out a first aid kit and tried to treat the wounds. I was afraid of getting covered in holes and dying a painful death. "You know," he said, tying a bandage around my arm, "just don't worry, okay? As a doctor, I think the arm may need to be amputated if the infection keeps growing." The very thought of losing a limb made me feel sick. "Maybe there's another way?" He looked at his instruments and medicine thoughtfully. "I don't want to lose my hand, please say there's a chance!"- You know, it seems to me that there simply is no other way out. Don't get upset, but you will stay alive. Sooner or later, you will have to do it anyway. However, you won't feel anything. Look, he pointed to a set of ampoules. A strong painkiller. You can just damage your veins and there will be no way to save you. I am worried about your life.
This news completely broke me. For several hours, I sobbed uncontrollably because I would lose a body part. Then, my friend went into the forest to look for leftovers like late berries or meat. I didn't want to waste the supplies because we didn't know how long we would stay there. When Valera's silhouette disappeared into the fog, I had to make a difficult decision - to perform surgery on myself, albeit a different kind.
I didn't want to lose my arm, so I decided to cut off a piece of rotten flesh.He took several painkillers at once and washed them down with a sip of water. Then, he injected the whole dose of the drug into a vein on his arm, where there were holes from previous injections. After that, he put the edge of a blanket in his mouth and laid it on his lap to avoid staining his clothes.
When he felt no more pain in the limb, he picked up the knife and closed his eyes. The cold metal touched his skin, leaving a dark, bloody trail. He felt almost nothing during the process. The flesh was moving away from the bones, and the fat was falling off in pieces. He was afraid to open his eyes, but when the rotten skin came off the bone and landed on his knees, he felt dizzy and sleepy. His arm tingled unpleasantly and blood flowed out in a stream. It was disturbing to watch, but he overcame himself and tried to wrap the wound in a tight bandage.The pain subsided and I felt a sudden drowsiness. It was getting dark in front of my eyes and the cool tent suddenly felt extremely hot.