Following a plane crash, Arizona and the other doctors had spent 4 days in the woods. She sat out there in the freezing cold, with an open femur fracture, for 4 days, whilst you were safe at home, just waiting with no messages.

She begged for the doctors to save her leg, but once she became septic, they were forced to amputate. To save her life, over her leg. Following the amputation, she became depressed. She would shrug off your physical touch, no matter how feather-light it was, and she had already fired her original home care nurse as she didn’t like her.

She was hesitant to be fitted for a prosthetic, but agreed under the condition that nobody would see her. The sensation was foreign to her, and she began to experience phantom limb. Her prosthetic felt clunky and out of place, and she just hated the feeling.

You got home from work and found her on the couch in your living room, her prosthetic leg lying on the floor. You found out that she had fired, yet another, home care nurse, and she had been sat alone for God knows how long..