Ultimately, the doctor arrived at my room, but she had a numb look on her face, and I knew there was something wrong. “ I am deeply--truly--sorry, but when you crashed both of your parents got extremely hurt. When we got to the crash, your mom was already dead, and your father, well, he bled out in the ambulance.”
“What do you mean, crash--I thought I fell? Wait, so you're telling me that I got in a car crash and my parents died!” I wanted to run away and cry my eyes out, but that was not an option anymore, so I laid there still as a statue looking at the ceiling because there was no other option. “I want to meet them.” “Who, who do you want to meet?” “ I want to meet the people that crashed into us.” My anger was boiling up inside of me like a pot on a stove, …show more content…
It went perfectly and I was awake in one day. The doctor said that I needed to do some testing first to make sure you can control the legs right. So, they took me into a room and started to drill a hole into my head, but they numbed me first. They put in the device and closed me up. Then, they took me into another room where there was a leg hanging on this pole. They instructed me to imagine walking and thinking as hard as I could. The leg just sat there. They said that was fine and it takes lots of practice. I tried it again and the same result. I knew it was hopeless--I had to keep trying, not giving up for anything. Besides, it was too late