Crushed Purple CH 2

All he could see was a very bright light. Then he became aware of some figures moving around him, they seemed to be very busy. Everything was blurry, and he didn't know where he was. The people, for he supposed that they were people, who were moving around him were wearing flowing white robes of some kind. He felt like laughing- it couldn't really be that typical, could it? Then he could see clearly, Unfortunately he could also feel clearly, and he was in terrific pain. A warm female face was hovering in front of him. She was smiling. His pain was becoming unbearable. " Where am I"? His voice was hoarse, and almost unrecognizable. " You're in the hospital, you have had a terrible accident. "Oh" He slumped onto the bed. His legs were getting so bad he felt like screaming, but didn't want to embarrass himself in the hospital. But He had to " Please, can you give me something for pain?" The always smiling nurse turned to him and said "Sure" she then adjusted the iv tube that he now noticed in front of him. He felt a refreshing cool fluid starting to flow throughout his body. His mood was getting better too. "Did you give me a sedative?" he asked. She nodded in assent. He thought that he needed it. Maybe all the time. Not only was his pain going away, he was starting to feel a warmth towards everyone. He was still very exhausted though, and fell into a deep sleep.

He wasn't sure of how much time had passed when he regained consciousness again. He looked around. He was in the same room, but it wasn't as bright as it had been before. He looked up a the light that directly overhead. It was still the sole luminary in the room, but now it looked dull, like it needed cleaning. He craned his neck a bit and noticed that there was a little trash on the floor, and that there were even some medical instruments on a streaked tray to his left. Was that a blood streak? He couldn't tell. Could he have had surgery without knowing. Unfortunately the on;y proof he had of this is that he wasn't able to find a scar. But his lower back felt terrible, it was starting to ache. And, he became aware of another fact. He could not feel his legs. Why had he not noticed before? He tried to move, panicking and hoping that he was somehow deceived, but no he really couldn't feel anything at all below the horrible pain around his waist. He screamed.

Immediately a doctor came in, a middle aged man, bald, with dark hair and a dark complexion. His eyes were piercing and deep set. There seemed to be a smile playing around his lips, but maybe it was the fact that he kept his lips pursed at all times. "Joe, what is it?" He had to use all of his self control to keep from screaming. He sounded like a snake. " Please give me some pain medicine." The doctor held his gaze for a little long and then adjusted the iv to deliver more medicine. The divine fluid covered his whole body. The doctor must have given him alot. He sat down next to the patient. He forced a small smile. " I am sorry, but I must tell you now that you have badly damaged your legs in that accident, and I can't promise that you will ever be able to use them again. "What?"... he stared at the doctor in disbelief " But I don't.. what happened?" " you had a very bad accident. I am going to be your therapist, and will do my best to help you, but I don't want you to hope for miracles. " He coughed a little laugh" " My name is doctor Blough" He offered what looked to be a very pale, undersized hand. Joe lifted his hand to shake the doctors. It was warm, he had expected something fishy. He was a little relieved, but just too much in shock for anything to register. " When will my therapy start?" "Wel,l right away as the surgeon doesn't see any point in operating" He looked at his watch and suddenly had a far away look." Sorry, but I have to see another patient right now. I will see you tomorrow. " His face pressed into the same smile as before, and he quickly left the room. Joe thought he heard the doctor mutter something under his breath.

He stared at the ceiling. He really wanted out of that room more than anything. He turned to his left and couldn't see the instruments that had been there. Didn't matter. Really nothing mattered anymore. He though of walking along the lake when he was kid... seeing the happy fish in the water, seeing other kids playing across the lake. The sun wind water trees together made a paradise he could immerse himself in. But he was moving. And now he would never be able to walk again. He started to cry, but all the medicine he was on made him not feel too very sad. Maybe that was for the best. With every possibility of hope or help out of his mind, he thought of God, and for the first time in his life, he prayed. He felt some peace, and then quickly fell asleep again.

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