I slowly took a breath, trying to keep my face calm. Inside, everything was already beginning to form into an unpleasant but perfectly clear picture.

— Thank you, Dr. Daniel, — I said quietly. — It seems the treatment is really already beginning.

When I returned to the bedroom, Marco was lying exactly as before — with the expression of a martyr and his mouth slightly open. When he saw me, he immediately groaned louder.

— Lia… I think the pain is getting stronger… I’ll probably need a few more days of complete rest.

I stepped closer, took a chair, and calmly sat down opposite the bed.

— Amazing, — I said softly. — The doctor claims that in a couple of days you will be completely healthy.

Marco visibly tensed.

— Really? — he asked cautiously.

I smiled slightly and slowly picked up the remote control from the floor that he “couldn’t” reach. Then just as calmly I pulled the blanket down, revealing his back.

The doctor whispered, “There are marks of women’s fingernails on your husband’s back.” I looked at my “paralyzed” husband, slowly pulled back the blanket — and literally froze

— There is just one small detail, Marco… — I said almost gently. — The doctor became very interested in the scratches on your back. Long. Deep. Feminine.

For a second silence filled the room.

And a real miracle happened: the man who had not felt his legs for three days suddenly sat up in bed.

I looked at him silently.

— It seems, — I said quietly as I stood up, — that medicine has once again proven its effectiveness today.
Especially when the diagnosis is made by the truth.