Broken Beginnings (Rewrites) Chapter Three

Chapter Three:

They slowly, began to raise my bed up, slowly raising it so I was sitting up. My head was quickly swimming, I felt sick, breathing in heavily, I knew I could not give up. I was not going to spend my life lying in bed, I wanted to get on with my life, I wanted to get stronger and better so I could go back home. I wanted to sleep in my own bed, under that purple, butterfly bedspread.

I managed to move past the dizziness, and focus on the task at hand, sitting up, it was something that had once come so easy, but now I struggled with even that.

“You will get stronger.” Mother said.

I nodded, knowing that she was right, knowing to that things were more difficult when only half of your body worked. I stared down at unmoving, unfeeling legs. Legs that had once ran track with Nadia. It had been a chore at first, but I came to love running the tracks, taking part in these things. I had not realized how much this all meant to me, until now, when I could no longer run. I could no longer even walk.

Some mornings I woke up, for a second, forgetting, for a second, of this new reality, the ugly hospital wheelchair, waking me up, reminding me.

“Doter you will get stronger.” Mother said, in the way of encouragement. “You will get strong enough to go home soon.”