So she looked, since she would be going home and would now have to attend to the thing herself.The wound was livid and ridged and ran the length of her white front, from the ribs to the hidden places below. Where she had been soft and flat, she was all plumpings and hollows, like an old cushion.
And where her navel had been, like a button caught in a seam at an angle, was an asymmetric whorl with a little sill of skin. Ines thought of her lost navel, of the umbilical cord that had been a part of her and of her mother. Her face creased into sorrow; her eyes were hot with tears.
The anesthetist misinterpreted them, and assured her that it would look much less angry and lumpy after a month or two, and if it did not it could easily be dealt with by a good plastic surgeon. Ines thanked him, and closed her eyes. There was no one to see her, she said, it didn’t matter what she looked like. The anesthetist, who had chosen his profession because he didn’t like people’s feelings and preferred silence to speech, offered her what she wanted, a painkiller. She drifted into cloud as he closed the door
///Lol Hahah sorry if it's so short in chapter 2///
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the girl with a stone Heart
De Todo"stone hearts Contributes nothing, She does nothing"
