The Healer's Departure
Language: en
On the day I was diagnosed with nerve necrosis in my hand, I sat alone outside the clinic, waiting for the final verdict. Arthur, who was supposed to accompany me for the follow-up, sent a text: [Mia fainted from nervousness at her stage debut. I have to stay with her at the hospital. Go see the doctor yourself first.] Right after, I saw Mia's social media post. In the photo, Arthur was carefully massaging her wrist with those hands of his that were always considered precious, his eyes filled with a level of anxiety I had never seen before. The caption read: [So glad you're here. My hands…