DESIRE
The doctor examined my head and told me I had a concussion and would need to spend the night in the hospital for observation. She left the room and I closed my eyes, resting back on the pillow.
Tears fell in rivulets down my face, I had acted calm in front of the doctor but I was anything but. Now that I was left alone with my thoughts, they ran wild.
Someone had pushed me off the edge, I had almost died today if not for a stroke of luck. I don't understand how I hadn't been impaled by those rods. I had fallen and missed the rods by an inch and hit my head on the pavement, though my leg hadn't. There was a long gash down the side of my leg where one of the rods had torn through it.
My head was bandaged and so was my leg, but I was numb to the pain. Panic sets in and I started
