Diclaimer: I do not own Inglourious Basterds. I own Liez though. Rated M for a lot of things. Also please read and review. And please ignore typos.

Survived. How the hell had he survived. In the blast, his dynamite didn't fully explode. He laid now in the rubble and ash. He couldn't move, all he could do was scream in severe pain, which even that was becoming a problem for him to do. His throat was raw from smoke ventilation. His eyes were dry from the heat of the flames that now were extinguished. His skin felt raw, almost as if he had been fried in hot grease. His eyes rolled back into his head. Never in his entire life had he ever felt such a pain. It was like every muscle in his body was contracting, shivering with the shock of the pain he felt. His skin felt as if it was charred black and his heart raced with pain. At least he wasn't being burned again. He had never been burned like this before and it was the worst feeling he had ever felt. It was as if his skin had melted off of his body. He ground his teeth and made to move. Only to end up crying. "SHIT! FUCK!" he screamed until he was hoarse.

He heard noises down stairs over the screaming he was doing. "Please don't let them be Nazi bastards." he managed to whisper to himself. He looked to his left when he heard noises on the stairs. He chuckled then. If he was able to find humor through the pain he was feeling, then he really was a sicker man than he thought. He came into contact with what was left of Hitler's face. He laughed and looked away from the bullet ridden face. At least if he was going to die in all this pain, he got to laugh in Hitler's face.

"Holy Shit, Donny?" asked a familiar voice. He looked up into Utivich's face. They had come back. "MMM Poor Omar." said another familiar voice. Donny looked over into LT Raine's face. He had just been saved by angels. He figured this was as close as he would ever be to heaven.

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She didn't understand what these American's where screaming at her. All she knew was the man that laid on the table before her was in such a bad condition she wasn't sure she could help him, or if anyone else could either. He was going to die, but how did you tell Americans that there was no hope? She knew they wanted her to help him, but how did you help a man who had chunks of his leg missing? Or even most of his lower torso riddled with third degree burns, some skin charred completely black, most blistered into giant welts that seeped fluids. He even had the mythical fourth degree burn down past tendons and muscle. She looked at each of their faces helplessly, hoping they understood the message she was trying to give them. This American before her was a lost cause and he was the most horrifying thing she had ever laid eyes on.

"Shit, are you stupid? Help him!" screamed Aldo in his thick southern accent as he motioned to Donny. She looked at them and shook her head in desperation for their understanding. She wasn't going to be able to do much, for one she wasn't the doctor. Donny grabbed her then by the collar and forced her closer to him. "Are you refusing to help me?" he yelled at her. Her mouth worked and she spoke in fast German. She told him that she didn't understand him, and that he was too bad to help. No matter, they didn't understand her.

They had arrived on base not too long ago and she was assigned to treat him to the best of her abilities until the doctor could help him. In all the chaos of getting him a private room they hadn't noticed they had been assigned to a German nurse. "Shit." Donny said as he let go of her. He motioned to his leg and she nodded. She understood he needed help, but how did they think she was going to help him? She was only a nurse not a surgeon, and she doubted these foolish American's even knew that she couldn't do much to help him. She couldn't help a man who had chunks missing from his leg from the blast that he had withstood. It even looked like the bone was cracked and charred as well, and speaking of his shin bone, part of it was in plain sight, showing through the missing chunks and gore.

She felt sick. Donny grabbed her again. "You better help me, just what ever the fuck you do, do not saw it off." he yelled. His words might as well fell on deaf ears. He made a sawing motion with his hands and shook his head 'no'. She didn't know what that meant and she looked around again, tears filling her eyes. There was no way for her to understand him, what was he trying to get her to understand by making odd motions with his hands. She watched tears fill his eyes as they had filled hers. She wasn't alone in her desperation for the gap of meaning in the room. If she could tell them, she wanted to say ask for someone who speaks English, but the hospital was completely packed and there was no way to give up on him for someone else to take care of. Where the hell is the doctor? She wondered as she started to cut away what was left of his pants.

His screams deafened her as she tried to pull away clothing from the charred skin, taking a layer of skin with his pants. He screamed and clenched the sheets under him into white knuckled fists, and she cursed as fresh blood trickled from his new wound she had made. She turned a deaf ear to him and kept pulling at the clothing, also turning a blind eye to the blood the came in rivulets from the wounds. After cutting away all the clothing that she could, she pulled out everything that she thought the doctor was going to have to use, which included a saw. She hid it from his view, afraid that he would shout if he saw it. She started a morphine drip to help ease the pain. They wouldn't have time to knock him out, surgery was going to have to be done with him being highly medicated. She turned back to the American and looked at his shoes. She had forgotten to remove his shoe, well what was left of his shoe.

She moved to his leg again and went to do away with the shoe. He cried out when she pulled at it. She closed her eyes in disgust. What was left of his foot was a bloody mess. She understood that he thought he felt pain in his foot, but he didn't. too many nerve endings would have been damaged for him to feel her pulling at his foot. Yet here he sat screaming as if felt every raw tug. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. She knew that to look at him would mean that he would know what she was thinking.

Just because she didn't speak his language and he didn't speak hers, didn't mean he would have been able to read the look in her eyes. She sighed as she started to dab blood away with a wet rag. He threw his head back and screamed obscenities into the air. She guessed that was what he was doing. There was a lot of screaming, and some chuckling behind her from the other Americans. Must be cursing her to the deepest pits of hell for doing this to him.

Finally the door creaked open and she turned to look at the doctor as he entered the room. Immediately the doctor's face fell as he looked to Donny's leg. Donny then understood beyond a doubt that he was going to lose this leg. He looked to the nurse who just looked at him sympathetically. There were no words needed to say "I am sorry this is happening to you". He sighed. Well this was going to be his constant reminder that he killed Hitler. If he hadn't taken this blast there would be still a war to fight with Hitler. He and Omar had sacrificed to save this place from the rest of this war. He wondered if the German nurse understood the sacrifice he had made.

He turned his eyes back to the doctor who was scribbling down notes in a chart. "Well my boy, we aren't going to be able to save that leg." said the doctor as he looked up from the chart. Donny hissed air through his lips in displeasure. Face facts though, you are going to have to just get over losing the leg.

The doctor shouted German orders to the woman she went about getting everything he needed before running out of the room. She returned a few minutes later with another physician. She went to Donny's side and looked apologetic as she started to strap him down to the bed. His smoldering brown eyes searched her amber ones. Her eyes reminded him of a light colored whisky or scotch. How he would love to be drowning himself in her eyes, he thought as he looked away. She secured him to the bed and stood back.

"Okay boy, the girl has given you pain killers, but it isn't really going to be enough, we are about to start otherwise infection will get into your blood. Most of the pain thought will all be in your head. I can assure you that most of your nerve endings have been seared and no longer work. It will "hurt" but in reality you won't feel a thing." said the doctor as he placed a leather strap in Donny's mouth. The nurse looked at his American friends, they were pale and wide eyed. She swatted them out of the room and went back to the patients side. Her job now was to add whatever comfort she could. Donny nodded and looked up to the ceiling. He was ready, or so he thought.

Metal teeth bit into the skin that was just above his knee. He was only losing half a leg, because the other half could be treated for the burns because he was missing no meat. The saw raked powerfully back and forth, back and forth, eating its way through flesh. Donny bit down onto the strap and screamed. His back arched against the straps and the other physician helped to hold him down. The less he struggled the better. Tears of pain seeped down his face as he continued to scream in agony. If all the pain was in his head, he must have been a very imaginative person. For what he was feeling hurt like hell.

Then the shock took over, finally. He could still feel the pain, or so he thought, but he went into a semi shock state. His eyes rolled back into his head, but he was still very much aware of what was going on. A small hand fit into his, but he couldn't look to see what was going on, but he knew the nurse was trying to comfort him. His fingers gripped hers roughly and he heard her wince. He then felt her delicate fingers on his face, smoothing away the hair that was in his eyes.

She would never fully understand how that simple gesture offered him the most comfort as the saw ate its way through his femur now. Fingers on his cheek, down the column of his neck, coming to rest on his shoulders. Finally he focused his eyes forward so he could look at her. She was blurry due to complete pain, and the medication, but he could tell her features were serene. It was the last thing he saw as he slipped into darkness as they pulled away his leg from the rest of his body.

After he closed his eyes she watched as the doctors cauterized the wound. It was sickening, but they were no where near done.

Four long grueling hours later, they had finished cleaning all of the burns and wounds that Donny had sustained. They had scraped away most of the blackened skin that they could, yet still leaving a lot behind. He was going to have to stay at the hospital for a long time so they could continue scraping away dead skin as the days past. She looked over to him, still knocked out, but at least now he seemed at some sort of peace. Her eyes traveled to his lower half and she grimaced, he looked like a half mummified corpse. The doctor called her and she looked up at him tired. "Go and get some rest, you are going to need it because I am placing this man into your care. He will need his dressing changed every few hours to reduce the risk of infection. And everyday you need to scrape away the dead flesh, and then massage the skin with this ointment." he said in German. She nodded and looked back at Donny. "Will he be my only patient?" she asked.

"Yes. Just until he is somewhat better. Tell Louisa that she is to fill in for you when you need a break." he said sternly. She nodded. She was a nurse here strictly because they trusted her and she knew that this very well may be a test because she was German. But she had pointed them those few months ago to a German concentration camp, so why did this Americans still believe her to be an enemy of state? They constantly tested her allegiance by giving her tasks like this. And not one patient had died in her care, and she wasn't going to let this man die either, even though his chances of survival were slim.

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He slept two days, or that is what Utivich told him when he finally woke up. He sat up in bed and stared at his two comrades. "Donny, we leave tomorrow to go back to the states. There is a war still to be fought so we are departing to go back home, so we can fight against the Japanese." said Aldo. Donny's face fell. There was still a war, and his only two friends in this blasted country were leaving. "I am staying here ain't I?" he asked, his Boston accent raspy due to lack of fluid in his throat, and for his throat was still raw from smoke ventilation. "Yeah. They won't let you go back home until you aren't at risk of infection." said Utivich with a sad frown.

Donny nodded and glanced down at his lower half, under the sheets. His bandages looked fresh, but he could see spots of blood here and there. "It is almost time for another bandage change." commented Utivich. Both his Lt. and the Pvt. Grimaced. Donny had been unconscious for the last two days of bandage changing, how would it be now that he was fully awake? Donny's face fell and he felt sick to his stomach.

He had just woke and now Utivich was telling him he was about to have to experience something he knew was going to be painful. He closed his eyes and tried to settle his fears. He had lived losing the leg, surely he could survive bandages.

The German nurse from before entered his room, and silence gripped them all. She smiled when she saw he was awake and gave a little bob of her head to acknowledge him. She looked to the other Americans and motioned for them to leave. They nodded to Donny. "We will be back later to see you." said Aldo as they exited the room. Donny watched them go before looking at the nurse. He wished their was a way to bridge the communication gap, he had questions he wanted to ask her about his body.

Now, she had her back turned to him, taking supplies out of cabinets that she was going to have to use. He cleared his throat and she looked at him. They stared at each other for a moment until she gasped. He must be thirsty, she thought. She held up a finger, signaling for him to wait a moment. She left the room in a hurry. His mouth twitched in a small smile. She was very tentative for someone who didn't speak his language.

She entered with a glass of water and a straw. She placed the straw into the cup and moved it near his mouth. Ludicrous that she meant to hold the glass for him, he was perfectly able to do that himself, but he wasn't going to protest. His lips wrapped around the straw and he sucked life's liquid into his mouth.

Within a few moments he had sucked all of the water out of the glass. He smiled at her and said, "Thanks." She smiled back and said, "You welcome."

"You're welcome, not you." he said, giving her a little English lesson. So she spoke fragments of his language. She stared at him. She had only been able to pick up those two words about a day ago, and only those two words. As she stared at him he started to understand that she didn't speak at all, just you welcome was all she knew. He sighed. "You're welcome." he repeated. "You're welcome." she said slowly. He nodded. "Thanks." he said. There was a moment of silence and she stared at him confused. "You're welcome." she finally said. He nodded and smiled at her. "Good." he said as she placed the glass onto the counter near his bed.

She went back to gathering everything she needed before turning back to him. He gulped. She looked scared and slowly moved to uncover him. He let her do so. The sheet slowly slid from his body and he gasped as he looked at his lower half. It was hard to look down and see that you were missing a leg, especially when it felt like it was still there.

He looked away and she immediately started to slowly unwrap the bandages. Agonizing wasn't even the proper word to describe the way the bandages pulled at his charred skin. He winced and felt like he was going to empty the contents of his belly onto the floor. Finally after a minute or two she had him completely unwrapped. He looked down at himself. Tears sprang to his eyes. It was enough to lose the leg, but he was also going to have horrible scarring on the other leg and what was left of the leg he had. Well one of his questions had been answered as he stared down at himself. He was perfectly okay in his male anatomy. It was like God had protected him in that area. He gave a silent prayer of thanks, but let his eyes roam back over the burnt tissue before he could feel any real happiness.

She cleansed the wounds of any blood. Then to his surprise she pulled out a scalpel. He shut his eyes so he couldn't see her. She scraped away any dead flesh. He didn't feel it though unless she accidentally cut into the meat he could still feel. After she finished skinning him alive she massaged ointment onto the flesh. This he could feel and it was a mix of painful and delightful. After she finished she then re-bandaged him slowly so not to hurt him more than he already hurt. As she worked he looked her over. She wore the white nurses outfit and white leggings. It would have been cute if it weren't for the fact that he now associated that outfit with her, and she equaled pain to him now. He glanced over her clothed breasts, trying to think of something other than the burning sensation of his lower half.

His eyes glanced over a name tag. "Liez." he said, tasting her name on his lips. He pronounced it wrong though by the look of confusion on her face. He had pronounced her name like the word lies. "Liez." she corrected, pronouncing it Lehz. He snorted and pronounced it lies again. Her nose wrinkled in confusion. "I am going to call you Liez." still pronouncing her name wrong on purpose. She stared at him. He laughed, couldn't help himself in the language barrier between them. He held out his hand for her to shake, and said, "I'm Donny Donowitz." She stared at his hand and then back at his face.

What was this crazy American saying to her. She looked at the iv that was pumping him with painkillers. That had to be what this was, he was crazy on his medication. He sighed and pointed at her. "Liez," he said still saying lies, then pointed at himself, "Donny." he said. Hoping she would understand. "Donny Donowitz." she said as she pointed at his chart. He then felt dumb. Of course she knew his name, she had his charts. He sighed and withdrew his hand.

She stood up, done with her job. She threw away the tattered bandages. He cleared his throat to get her attention. She looked to him as he pointed at the water glass. He was so thirsty. She nodded and picked up the glass and exited the room. When she returned with his water, she also had a plate of food. It was just a grilled cheese sandwich. It was not much but it would do.

She gave him some of the water first and then fed him the sandwich. He actually had a hard time keeping to food down. He didn't think he would have but he did. After the first few bites he felt overwhelmingly sick to his stomach. She murmured something to him in German and rubbed his back as he sat forward, ready to spew. She rubbed his lower back in circular motions. Surprisingly, it helped settle him. He leaned back, feeling somewhat better.

She then took a white napkin and wiped his mouth gently. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see her sad expression any more. She should really try harder not to pity him, he thought angrily. He shouldn't have thought that though… she was nothing but attentive and very nice to him. After she was done wiping his mouth he felt her fingers on his brow. He heard her sigh happily. He must not have a fever because she didn't call for a doctor.

She patted his face, making him open his eyes again. With many hand motions and a few sighs later, he finally understood that he had to stay awake. He looked at her confused, but she just did the hand motions at him again. "You should really learn how to speak English." he mumbled under his breath as she left to get him some more water. While she was away though, he felt the sudden need to relieve himself. He made a face of discomfort and sat up a little bit in his bed with much difficult.

When she came back he pointed at the bathroom door, or what he presumed was the bathroom door. She looked over and nodded. She understood him, thank God. With a professional ease she helped him up. She put his arm over her shoulder and put most of his weight on her as she turned him and slowly sat him down in a wheel chair. He hissed in pain, but he knew it could have been worse. She wheeled him to the bathroom and opened the door before pushing the wheel chair inside.

She then pulled him to his feet in front of the toilet. She put all his weight on her as she hugged his waist from his side. She turned her head to rest on his back. Once he knew she was secure with him he moved aside his hospital gown and did his business. Once he finished he felt marvelous. She then sat him down in the chair and wheeled the chair next to the sink. She turned on the water and lathered soap into her hands. She then turned and took his hands into her soapy hands and began lather the soap onto his hands. He watched her work diligently before she turned and rinsed her hands off the turned to put water on his hands. She then dried her hands as well as his with a white towel.

"Thank you." he said as he looked up at her. Their eyes met and she said, "You're welcome."

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She had glorious glossy brown hair. Today, his fifth day in her care and in this hospital he finally saw her hair. Usually she kept it up in her hat, but today she wore it down. Her hair ended at her mid back and her hair had soft curls that he longed to touch as she busied herself with redressing his burns. "How do you feel today?" she asked slowly. He was also impressed by not only her hair, but at her ability to learn his language so quickly. She was picking it up everyday that she was with him. It was hard to do seeing how he didn't know a lick of German, but she was learning his language. "I am good." he said with a smile. She looked up at him and smiled as well. "Are you ready to eat?" she asked as she finished her task.

"Yes." he said as he watched her stand up and wash her hands. She then turned to his food and started to feed him. He was having an easier time with his nausea after he ate now. After he finished his food she sat his tray outside his hospital room. "Liez." he called to her as he sat up in his bed, ignoring that pain that shot through his middle by doing so. He heard her sigh, he was still persisting on calling her lies. "Yes?" she asked, giving him a look to make sure she was using the word in the right context for the conversation. He nodded and she came to stand next to him.

He answered her though by reaching out and letting his fingers glide over one of her glossy curls. Her eyes widened, finally realizing she had forgotten to put her hair up that morning. "I… sorry." she said quickly, forgetting the correct sentence in her urgency to put her hair up. "No!" he said sternly as he pushed her hands away from her hair. "I like you hair." he said with a satisfied smile. After a few hand gestures and more explaining she finally understood what he had said. It was a very sweet compliment. She thanked him as he twined a finger through her hair.

She knew it was not professional for her to allow him to do this, but over the last week she had spent most of her time by his side she had grown fond of him. She even liked how his temper flared at her sometimes. Most women would have been frightened of a mans anger, but she couldn't help but find it attractive in him. And while his anger might have been directed at her while she was cleaning his wounds, she knew it wasn't exactly directed at her.

The only time she actually had been angry with him back was when he called her a lewd comment that no matter what language was spoken one would know what it meant. She had cut her eyes at him and he instantly apologized.

His big hand tangle her curls as he hooked his hand behind her head. He thought to kiss her but then he stopped when he saw the utter confusion on her face. He grunted and let her go starting to feel awkward. He wasn't sure what had compelled her to even want to kiss her. He also wondered if she understood what he had almost did.

She reached out and touched his cheeks and then his forehead. "You have no temperature, but you are so…….. red." she said so slowly it took her a minute to form the sentence. That statement heated his cheeks even more. He was blushing as if he were the young virgin. He sighed and she started to look panicked. "I will go get the doctor." she said as she started to turn to leave. "No." he said drawing her attention back to him. "Why?" she asked. That was one word she was sure that she was saying right.

"I am fine." he said. Her pretty brow furrowed and he sighed. He sat up and swung his remaining leg over the edge of the bed. He did this with great effort, and a massive amount of pain. But he had to get her to understand, but do so without scaring her. He didn't want to scare her away. He then motioned her to some forward. She did so, not understanding what was going on. She understood all to well when he leaned forward and brushed his lips on her forehead.

But what she didn't understand was why her knees went weak at his touch, or even why she didn't want him to stop with her forehead. She swallowed rather hard and backed away from him. She blinked rapidly as he apologized to her. Her lower lips trembled as she looked up at him. It had only been a week in his company and she just realized that she had developed feelings for him. As he continued to apologize she finally shut him up by reaching out and brushing the hair out of his eyes.

She was young and her heart fluttered as her fingertips brushed against his hair. They looked at each other nervously, knowing that they were both out of line. She then without another thought turned away from him and started to clean around his room. "The doctor will come today to look at the burns, which are doing very good, and there is no infection." said Liez after a few minutes of thinking about the right words to say to him.

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He had known that he would have to stay in the hospital for a long time, but he didn't know that he was going to have to stay for as long as he was. It was a month later, and he was still receiving daily scrapings and massages from Liez. He was beginning to feel better, but he still had a long way to recovery. He would have felt alone but he had Liez. She was with him everyday and she was becoming his best friend.

Her English was so good he was sure that she had been speaking it all of her life. Sometimes she did stumble over words, but he did too and he had been speaking English all of his life.

While they had been getting closer, they hadn't had another day like they did a month ago. She entered his room like she did everyday and welcomed him with a smile. She handed him a letter and he stared at her hand as if it held fire. He had gotten a letter?

He took it and read it as she gathered supply for his next session. "It is from my mom and dad." he said. She looked up at him. "What does it say?" she asked, trying to engage him more into speaking about his parents. "It just says that they miss me terribly, and they want me to do better. They also want me to come home soon." he said. He looked up at her and felt a sense of if he left he would be leaving her behind.

"Would you like to write them back?" she asked as she started to peel away his wrappings. "Yes I would." he said as he reread the letter. He could almost see his mother crying as she wrote it. "Liez, when do you think I can go home?" he asked, still calling her Lies. She was used to it now though and it didn't bother her.

"I am sure that you have another month here. After that I do not know Donny." she said as she worked diligently. He nodded and say back. She was scraping his flesh away that was dead, and he had come to learn that he couldn't feel her doing this at all. He let her work in silence and once she had finished and rewrapped him she went to wash her hands off.

"So when you lose me as a patient what are you going to do Liez?" he asked as he watched her closely. "I don't know. It is whatever the Americans want me to do." she said. Her voice sounded sad and he caught that instantly. "You know Donny if you hadn't refused the maggot treatment then you could possibly have sped this process up." she said as she looked over her shoulder at him. "I am not going to willingly let you put maggots on me. I don't care if they will eat the dead flesh, I would rather you just do it and me not have to look at maggots." he hissed at her. She sighed, sensing he was about to be in an arguing mood.

"It was just a suggestion." she said

"A suggestion that you should stop suggesting every other day." he spat at her. "I am sorry, Donny." she said as she came to touch his forehead to feel for a fever. There was none but instead of removing her hand she ran it down his cheek. He leaned into her touch, not even feeling ashamed that he enjoyed her touch.

"Liez, tell me more about your life before the war." he demanded, wanting to know more about her. She looked at him stunned and blinked a few times. She withdrew her hand and sighed. She should have figured he would want to know more about the woman that he spent so much time with.

"What would you like to know?" she asked.

"What of your family?" he asked as he motioned her to sit on the edge of his bed. She did so and then started to look forelorn.

"Well my parents died when I was young from consumption, and I had a brother. He was a member of the SS for Hitler and ran a concentration camp. I turned him in, and the Americans killed him, and now I am here working on this base…. Helping you." she said as she twiddled her thumbs together.

Donny's eyes widened at her. It must have been hard to know that you were the reason your brother was killed. He reached out and touched her shoulder as he saw tears prick her eyes. She laid a hand on top of his hand and dried her tears with the back of her free hand. He knew then he wouldn't ask her of her past again because obviously it had been hard for her. He could only imagine that her brother had joined the militia so he could help support her, and then she had him killed.

"I have a sister… She is one of those sister's that thinks that even though she is the youngest, she is the one who has to take care of me." he said as he started to massage her shoulder. She leaned into the massage. He realized then she had been taking care of him an entire month and no one had been there to take care of her. He could tell she was tired. She had dark bags under her eyes as evidence.

"Tomorrow is my day off." she whispered. "Louisa will be here to take care of you, and she isn't so gentle with the scalpel." she said as she continued to let him message her shoulder. "What are you going to do?" he asked as he kneaded her flesh of the tension there. "I plan on sleeping." she said as she looked to him. He nodded. He then stopped massaging her.

She then slid off the bed and went back to work. He watched her do her job and started to wonder if she enjoyed the things she had to do for him. He would imagine she wouldn't, but maybe she did enjoy it a little bit.

"Do you like the things you have to do for me?" he asked.

"Yes, because I know it helps you." she whispered.

"So you enjoy helping me?" he asked, knowing that he was just teasing her.

She turned to look at him, not understanding what he meant until she saw his face. She couldn't help but laugh at him. "Yes Donny, you are the only patient I enjoying any of this for." she said with a smile. "In your chart the doctor orders for in a week for me to start physical therapy with you so you don't get too sore. He is also ordering you a prosthetic leg for when your not so tender." she said as she scribbled some stuff into his chart.

He nodded to the back of her head as he started down at his missing leg. Still to this day, he felt as if he still very much had a leg. Liez said it was like a ghost feeling that he would never get rid of. He frowned and though about how hard it would be for him to learn how to walk on a prosthetic leg.