I stared at him in his bed, so small and withered away. Papery smooth skin bruised from trauma. His hands were cold. His body reached out for life sustained by a tangled web of tubes and hanging plastic sacs.
After being in so much pain, the doctors had no choice but to perform an emergency operation. As the nurses prepared him for surgery. His eyes looked out with a fear that I will never forget; fear losing life, fear of leaving his family, fear of being alone, fear of the unknown. And with an effort of strength he uttered, "Pray."
The surgery is over.
We pray for a smooth recovery
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