Chapter 6:
When I next awoke, it was late at night and the lights were off. It took me awhile to adjust my sight and see two still figures. It seemed like frail mom was lying on the couch and Tina was sleeping in the chair, head tipping forward and her locks covering her face. She was born with very straight hair but always curled it because she hated how it made her face look 'flat.' Yeah, I didn't understand what that meant but anyone could see that she was beautiful either way.
Staring at the two huge casts over my legs, I was reminded that the damage could be irreversible. What would my everyday life be like? A painful image of me in a wheelchair for the rest of my life lowered my spirits. There was no way I was getting out of this hospital with both feet. Could you imagine losing one member of your body for good?
