DXII. The Surgery
I don't know if I can make it! I'm scared, Dag! This girl's life depends on me! What if I'm wrong to stick the needle in and kill her? I would never be able to sleep again and her angelic face would haunt me forever! Fuck, fuck!" Freydis exclaimed aloud, interrupting those moments of harrowing silence, during which the only thing felt was the breaths of both of them.
"Stop talking nonsense, Freydis! You will make it, you have very precise and accurate hands! If I tried, I'd be wrong for sure! Come on, my love... I'm with you!" Dag replied, looking her in the face and noting that her gaze did not divert from Claire's eye.
After those sweet words, Freydis sighed and then held her breath in her lungs, knowing that freediving would increase the accuracy of his movements, which had to be particularly cautious.
She approached the curved tip of the needle to the wound and passed the shallowest part of Claire's face, beginning to go deep.