I can hardly believe it. “You mean I have two ears?!”
It hurts, and I’m not even awake yet.
I can’t believe how much it hurts and burns and pulls on the whole left side of my face.
I’m in a fog, but I try to cry through the fog. It works. Abba rushes over to me. Dudi calls quickly for the nurse. Abba asks them to give me a painkiller, Dudi translates. The nurse injects something into my IV bag.
I sink gratefully into another fog.
When I open my eyes again, the pain wakes up, too. It hurts deep inside my head, in a place I can’t reach. I need to rub or massage the place — I bring my hand to the big bandage wrapped around my head — but Abba quickly takes my hand away.
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