The normal soft tissue abruptly ended, with the skin black and mummified. Dani could hardly believe what she was seeing. Her chest constricted at what unimaginable pain the boy had to have suffered over what must have been weeks, or even longer. Clearly his hand had completely rotted off and left behind what they were staring at. Dani lifted her gaze to Chase’s. His expression was carefully neutral as he asked questions of the father and the boy. But his dark eyes held grave despair. “Okay.” Chase’s chest rose and fell in a deep breath as he turned those eyes to Dani. “I don’t have to tell you we have to remove what’s left of his arm. I’ll take it off above the elbow. You’ll have to act as my assistant. If you don’t want to, we can have them spend the night and I’ll have Trent or the nurse help me tomorrow.” “Of course I’ll assist.” Did he think she couldn’t handle the tough stuff?
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