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Good News or Bad News First

I did not have much of a choice, it was to be good news first thankfully. My breathing tube is out and I can now make some version of something called speach. They are more like croaks from a frog, but they are enough to convince my state appointted custodian that I can make clear verbal choices.

I still can not move much of my body with the exception of my shoulders. My neck has some movement, but the doctor says I am still under a significant threat of being wheel chair bound for the rest of my life.

I know have a handicapped designation thanks to my state caretaker to. This has some good components to it as I will gain some funds from social security, but also some bad as I have restrictions as to how much I can make montarily for the rest of my life.

I will be in the hospital for months and I will miss the next year as well as any classes I have signed up for at University. While the time off seems great, the medical bills might be the reason I never go back and the reason I will lose my scholarship that helped my parents afford for me to go.

Rosa does not want me to go to school again as she complaines that, "You can live on welfare and you can't make much anyway and be on disability. Why can't you just give up and realize your life will never be what you wanted. Take your life or live on others. It truly is not that bad if you just except that you will never do what you planned."

Aunt Rosa was upset when instead of taking her advice I called the nurse from my call button and asked for her to be escorted out of my room. People seemed to actively want me dead for no reason that it seemed like the best solution to my pain. In reality I know that they want what my parents left behind and to get more money or in the insurance companies case stop losing money.

Thankfully the male nurse that works on Sundays and is really hot seems to really like me. He pats my hand and calls me a great and pretty girl. He empties my cathider in the most efficient manor and he hold my hand the entire time he gives me my pain medication and shots. He wants me to call him Sir Justin and I bow my head as much as I can like I would to a knight at Arthur's round table. I feel like he honestly cares about me.

He tells me to keep fighting and that I am speaking and moving a little more each day. Sometimes the doctor would order a bath and when Justin would wash me he would massage my back a little and use the hot water I really like. The hot water makes me ache less and his touch is not clinical or disgusted like some of the other nurses. He takes his time to help me.

Sadly I have been in the hospital now for more than two weeks and I will be moved to a recovery center with a bunch of older people as the insurance company no longer wants to cover my hospital stay. Today is Sunday and I hope I will get a chance to tell him I will be leaving tomorrow. I want to thank him for caring.

I don't want to cry and feel self pity but I feel like I am leaving the last people who care and going to a new facility that will mistreat me. The facility was chosen by the state as they will be covering the bill and it seems very basic and mostly for the elderly about to die. Rosa and my state representative also as part of the move want me to also get a will, choose an executor of my estate and sign a do not resuscitate order. Meaning that if I am dying from medical issues in the recovery facility I am saying I don't want them to try to save my life and that my will would be written to for the next person to take my parents wealth.

This is the bad news and it seems to out weigh the good. I am stable enough to move to a rehabilitation facility, but that it is such a bad and cheap facility that they think it would be best to prepare for me to die.

I am so sad and angry. Why did this happen and why did people not care? I had so many dreams and now I am unimportant and unloved. In my melancholy I don't realize someone has been knocking at the door. I have been staring out into space and feel a tap on my arm.

I slowly turn my head and see a familiar face it is Justin. I open my eyes in surprise, "Justin I have missed you! No one takes care of me like you do. What are we doing today?"

He smiles at my joy to see him, "Feeling better I see, no bad dreams?" He goes to hold my hand and looks at the the medication board and who has come in today.

I frown, how does he know when I have bad dreams? " I had some. It is the same one of right before the crash." He pats my hand and looks into eyes and says nothing. What can you say? I'm sorry for your loss which seems tripe and generic.

Instead he asks as he always does, "Is there anything I can do for you? I can speak with the doctor again and suggest a sleep aid?" I shake my head and grow quiet. It seems hard to speak at the moment as I will miss him and this is probably the last time I will see him. "What's wrong sweet heart? Can I get you some lunch and a pudding and feed you? Please let me know what I can do to help?" I start to cry and he looks panicked like I had just rebroke my legs.

"I am being sent away tomorrow and they want me to write a will" I sob and lean my head back gasping. He grabs my shoulders gently and supports me to sit up. He strokes my hair and I drop my head to cry on his shoulder. He seems tense as he does so as if he has the weight of the world in his shoulders.

"The good news is that I can come visit you on my days off." I look up and he looks into my eyes and gently kisses my forehead. He whispers to me for the first time "Make sure I am a visitor on your list. My name is Justin Knight and I will be your friend. Don't sign the non resisitation paper work but do the will as I have a bad feeling about Rosa's intentions. Leave it all to a scholarship program. Believe me this is the best way." Shocked I just nod as he places me back in bed as I think.

He does care and realizes what I do. Rosa wants to kill me and she wants everything, so the best way is to deny her through my own choice. Justin hands me my pills and helps me take a sip of water and finishes his tasks he has to and then orders my lunch for me. Gladly I will not have to miss him if he keeps his word and visits me.