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Beep beep beep…
My eyes squinted open.
Beep beep…
They opened all the way. It was bright and ever so blurry. In front of me I saw a pale cream curtain, lining the whole room. “Where am I?” I thought.
Beep beep beep beep beep…
The beeping was getting faster, I realised it was in sync with my heartbeat. I heard footsteps approaching the room. Louder and faster. The curtain was thrown back and I saw a tall figure all in white, like a sort of dressing gown. “Hello Vincent, how are you?” I heard the figure say. “Can you hear me Vincent?” I heard them but I could not respond, I saw them getting closer to me, my hand was being touched, their hand felt smooth, but my hand felt scaly and wrinkly like the texture of a crocodiles back, what was going on. I heard them say “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me”. They sounded very high pitched like it was a women but I am not entirely sure. With all the strength I had in my body I slightly moved my index finger and pressed it weakly into the palm of the figures hand.
“Well done Vincent, well this might be a little hard for you to hear, but you have been in a coma for the past three weeks and are in the Westmead Hospital, I am doctor Ewa Laing. A lot has happened whilst you have been in here. You have lost both your legs due to the car accident you were in last February. I will leave you to slowly make progress to wake up”. As she walked out the room, I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I felt as though it was not real. I tried to tell my self it was just a dream and started to focus on moving.
“But wait. Are my legs there? No no, shut up Vinny, it didn’t happen, come on, move your legs.” I kept on telling myself. “Okay, the left one first.” I tried to start and move my toes. Nothing. My left foot wasn’t working either. “Okay we’ll come back to the left, now the right.” Nothing. I stopped. “No, this can’t be happening, it’s real, the doctor was right.”
I suddenly felt a burst of anger and my right arm shot up, it...