Redsand Canyon That’s where I’m headed

She had been attentively keeping an eye on him. It had involved many days of sleeping in the medical den rather than in her home, but it was such a precarious place to be in that she worried about complications arising and she could not very well keep an eye on things that way. He started to rouse several days later and she moved forward, examining the site. It had been a difficult procedure, and truthfully it had been hit and miss for awhile but the wound had clotted and started to heal over the stump.
 
“How do you feel?” Her soft bedside manner had returned, her irritation which she had written off as pregnancy hormones had settled and either way it did not matter. The leg was gone, and there was nothing either of them could do about it now. “It was touch and go, but I was able to do as you asked. It will still take more time to heal… and until then keeping it clean is the most important thing. An infection in the wound  before it heals could kill you.”