Dem lays in his hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. He looks at his arm, wrapped in white bandages. He was still a little out of it from the medications and the anesthesia, but he got the gist of what had happened. The new doctor had taken all the bones in his elbow and broken them, stitching them together and using screws to hold them together. The skin had been completely cleaned and taken off, replaced with skin grafts and fake skin to help it heal. Nerves were missing, but the doctor was hopeful some would come back. but Dem wasn't. He knew it was hopeless.