Fernando & Caprice
If there ever was one major downside to voluntarily losing your leg, it was the constant appointments that had to be made. Of course there weren’t nearly as many as there had been when Fernando had a leg. And he knew that removing the troublesome limb wasn’t going to get rid of all the doctor’s appointments, but he had hoped that they would decrease significantly.
His hopes didn’t exactly live up to the reality.
As on a regular bi-annually basis Fernando was back in the infirmary, sitting on the end of a bed whilst a healer examined his stump, moving the flesh this way and that to make sure the scar tissue hadn’t stuck to his bones, whilst also making sure that the scar was healing well.
Suddenly the healer looked up and abandoned the boy, quickly saying something to someone who had just entered the room. When that person appeared in his line of sight the boy raised an eyebrow.
“Cee, I never knew you wanted to be a healer.”