one only

One the first night, friends flocked in after work.

It was a rather shocking news, for them and myself.

"Where is your left foot?"
This was the first question they asked even though they arrived at different time.
Just to make sure.

I had my left leg hide beneath the blanket. My right sat on the plaster support.

I had the bimallueor broken on the right (Two pieces were broken.). Most of them heard that I had both legs broken. So that sound awfully terrible. When they came and saw me, they were in great relief.

Me, too.

By God's grace, just one only.