It hurt.
This was the first thing I said after the operation when I was waiting at the recovery bay.
The pain was awfully terrible. So I was given another injection. Much better.
Then I returned to the ward in the evening. I did not know how long did the operation took place.
I was quite conscious when I saw my parents when I returned to the ward.
My aunt was also there. She was examining my leg. But a slight move of the bed sheet would add up my pain.
I missed the meal time. But I did not feel hungry at all. The pain took all.
My cousin was there as well.
The most interesting thing about being a patient was that there were plenty of rooms to listen. Listen closely to what my families were thinking.
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