Chapter 2
501 Words
The last time I spoke to my doctor about my accident was almost amonth ago.
The day after all my results were out I was a surprised at the results.
The doctors were all surprised.
I had numerous old broken bones.
Lost of deep wounds that actually left indentations on my bones.
My ribs had all been broken before and even my scull had multiple hair line fractures.
I couldn't believe what the x-rays was showing and the doctors were very worried.
What was more surprising was I had no medical records at all.
All those injuries had to be treated somewhere didn't they?
The doctor questioned my grandmother but she didn't say anything.
She told them I was living with her for no less than a year.
I couldn't even say anything because my resent injuries had guessed damage to the part of my brain that hold memories.
This time I was brought in with multiple gun shot wounds.
I was so shocked at this revaluation.
My grandmother said she found me infron of our house laying in a pool of blood.
She was working two jobs trying to put me through university.
According to her I am a top student and have not friends or anything that could explain why I was being targeted.
So after that I started getting physiotherapy.
The bullets had grazzed more than on of the nerve in my spine which resulted in me being paralyzed.
The doctors didn't notice that when they operated on me.
They were to focused on keeping me alive.
I flatlined twice during my 9hour long operation.
But finally they understood the problem and now I am on my way to recovery.
The sun is beaming through the open windows in the physio area.
I am not exactly paying attention to the nurses in front of me.
"Miss, please lift ur right hand and place it on this pillow."
She said.
"miss...."
I looked at her and smiled.
" I'm sorry, I just wish I can head home soon."
She smiled and repeated her word.
O how the time seemed to stop.
I really just wanted to go home.
6 months pass.
Today is my last session at physio.
I can finally walk and pick up some light objects so the doctor's arw running some last minute tests than I can go home....
Finally.
Although I am happy going home, I still feel nervous.
I haven't recovered any of my memories and the doctors aren't optimistic about me every remembering.
Once I get home will I be able to recodnise any of my belongings.
My house.
My room.
My school.
My life.
I really am scared.
Maybe, just maybe.
I will get home and find all the answers to the questions I have.
That night I can barely sleep.
My heart is racinv the moment I see the sunrise...
The day to go home has finally come.
I breath deeply.
I need to do this.
This is just the beginning.
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