Put It on Yourself

Knowing this, Hazel was getting more and more excited. As she reached out her hand, she said to Alonso, "Then... you can try touching my hand and see if you hate it or not! If it's acceptable, you can then consider accepting my treatment." Seeing this, Wilson was completely dumbfounded. This woman's audacity was beyond his idea of boldness. "Do you know what happened to the person who accidentally touched my shirt last time? I cut off her hand." Alonso's tone was still the same. "If you want to touch me, you'd better be ready to get your hand cut off." Alonso wasn't even threatening or reminding her, but he was rather stating a fact. As Hazel's fingers clenched tightly, she then loosened her grip. There was a determined look in her eyes, and she said to Alonso, "I... I'm willing to risk it, but can I... add two more conditions?! If you don't hate me touching you, can you let me try treating you? If I fail, and you want to cut off my hand, can you give me an anesthetic? I'm afraid of ge