After that, I was at the Erebuni Medical Center every day, and tried getting information about Arthur. But I did not meet with his relatives, the relatives hadn’t seen me, the boy hadn’t seen me; he was unconscious for a long time. At one point, Arthur was in a very critical condition: the injury to his leg had caused poisoning. Then they amputated the leg. The doctors temporarily fixed the right leg with a metal structure, as further surgeries were needed later. After the leg amputation, the source of intoxication seemed to have disappeared, his fever started to drop, his consciousness slowly began to clear, and he started to eat. I called every day, talked to his aunt, but I didn’t say that I had information about him. I didn’t say anything of what the reanimatologists had told me, so as not to confuse them, because they saw the injured, but I didn’t. I was just gathering information for myself. Then, you could say, he was discharged with improvement. This is the boy who was given no hope for any positive dynamics. Later he was discharged and went home, and I deleted his aunt’s number so I wouldn’t call again.