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The world seemed so black, no sound came from it. I remember nothing from the other day, I didn't even knew how many days had passed since I was sleeping in that long dream.
When my eyes opened again, I only saw the light of a monitor who showed my stable state. No one was in the room beside me. I was alone. I tried to look around me hoping to find a nurse, surgeon, anyone. But I was alone. I ended up staring at the ceiling, waiting. Waiting for what? I didn't know. I just waited. Only the beep of the machines proved I wasn't completely alone, someone will check on me. To see how did I survive.
I closed my eyes once more, the blinding light of the neon were hurting my eyes. I could still feel it under my eyelids but it was way better. I started trying remembering what happened for me to end up in that hospital. I could remember flash. Lightning coming out of me, collapsing than blank. Nothing. Just that. As I sighed, tired of trying to remember something that my mind definitely didn't wanted to remember, I heard noise. Steps, getting closer and closer. Then voices. I couldn't understand what they said, only heard they talked. And finally the door opened.
I opened my eyes again, just to see Donald Ferguson. Donald was my best friend. I meeted him in a bar after one of those wild college night. I was 20 and he was 40 at the time. He was watching me, like that night, worried. That night when I was drunk dead in his arm while he was trying to keep me safe from creeps. Today he was watching me with that same worried look. Wanting to know if I was well.
"So... How do you feel Ro?" He asked me with his worried face and stern voice.
"Kinda like I'm dead" I laughed softly at my own response, quickly stopping after seeing how worried he looked. "Seriously I'm fine, no need to be scared."
He watched me for a long time before just hugging me. He squeezed me so hard I thought I was going to die in his arms. Atfer a moment he let me go, trying to see if I had any injuries, I was laughing at the scene, I've never seen him that worried before. But when he opened his mouth to speak, a nurse entered. She had some cute pigtails but a really dark face, as if she had something horrible to say to me. She stood at the end of the bed, looking at me and Donald.
"Are you two together?" She started asking, pointing me and Donald. Both of us started blushing so hard. But before any of us could talk to her about that she talked again. "Miss Smith here have a lot of injuries, mostly on the nervous system. She probably won't be hable yo use her legs for weeks. Maybe even months. Or forever."
These words set a cold atmosphere in the room. None of us dared to talk. Not even to breath. I was mortified, I could be paraplegic. I could never walk again.