After a few hours he was put to sleep again for an operation on its vocal cords.

> the male nurse asked

said Pxan

>

Pxan looked at him, its hair was blonde and, despite the quite strong constitution, appeared quite fragile, its hand was touching its other elbow. It seemed like he wanted to say something.

>

Sully face brightened >

Pxan hearing that nearly had an heartattack.

> continued Sully

Pxan tried to smile, forgetting that its face was covered in bandages. He had a standard phrase if someone found out about this >

>

Silence dawned in the room

Sully face darkened as he realized what happened.

> said Pxan >

Sully looked at him with suspicion >

>

>

> Pxan had lied, he didn’t want to make people sad over problems they couldn’t resolve or long-gone events. Some wounds never healed and even after twenty years and several therapies sometimes he felt again a child. Alone and lost in a world of people whom he couldn’t trust.

...

After some days and operations, the chief surgeon spoke to him

> said the chief surgeon >

> Pxan said surprised

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> he pause and added

>

"How hard can it be? I am a policeman." Pxan thought while his fingers didn't moved.

It took him a full week before he could move a single finger.