We rushed her to the ER. Desperately we tried to hold her together. Stitching as fast as we could. She took more than eighteen yards of thread. Hundreds of stitches and a couple of grafts.
The scarring, I'm sad to say will be permanent. Her life span has most likely been considerably reduced, but with proper care and regular check ups, She should have a happy life.
Does it hurt her Dad? She says it hurts.
No, it doesn't hurt. We used anesthetic so she wont feel a thing.
Anesthetic. It makes her not feel things for a while. She'll be fine.
I don't know. She doesn't look so good.
I think she'll be alright.
Alright. If you say so. I'll tell her that everything will be OK.
She'll be fine.
Can I stay with her while you sew? She needs me.
I think that would be alright.
(He gave a soft sigh, and whispered) It will be ok. Daddy will make you better. (he laid a hand softly on a corner I wasn't working on and just sat there for a while)
I am happy to report that She will be alright. She, is Mr. Man's blanky. I worked on her for more than an hour, trying to stitch her all back into one piece. She has been loved, almost to death.