A Dancer's Sin (editing){Completed}

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I woke up again, and this time I was comfortably in a bed with sunlight shining through the curtains.

"You're awake. How are you feeling?" A nurse asked. I looked over to her and she was holding a clipboard and took careful note of how I responded.

"I'm fine. My arms hurt, but I think I'm ok." I tried to push myself up using my legs but nothing happened. That's when everything came flooding back. I sat up and grabbed at my legs, but I couldn't feel it. "No! No! No!!!"

"Ma'am, you're going to have to calm down."

But I can't. I started hyperventilating and the machines I was hooked up to start going berserk.

"Ma'am!" The nurse grabs me by the shoulders and pins me to the bed sending pain through my aching torso. "Ma'am you need to listen to me,ok. Your spine was slightly injured-"

"I can't be paralyzed! I'm a dancer for god's sake! I need my legs!" I struggle against her, but I was so weak it was useless.

"You aren't paralyzed!"

"Then why the hell can't I move my legs!"

She huffed at me clearly getting annoyed. "The nerve connection is weak! It'll come back! You just need some nerve treatments and physical therapy!"

I looked at her brown eyes and calmed down enough for her let me go. "How long will that take?"

"I'm not sure."

I wanted to scream again, but I composed myself. "Okay so what's this nerve treatment? Let's start now because I need to be able to dance, and the sooner the better." I tried not to raise my voice to her as I grew impatient.

"You actually need a nerve connection first. And clearly you don't have one yet."

"Don't be a smart ass you condescending bitch! Just because some of us don't have the money to go to nursing school, that doesn't give you the right to talk down to me!" I snapped.

I couldn't handle what was happening right now. I was on the verge of a breakdown before all of this, but now I was broken and didn't know where or who to turn to. My mother died when I was 8 and and I ran from foster care when I was 12. I had no one I could rely on but myself and my legs, but now that that was gone I had literally nothing. I began to cry. My heart was breaking every second. My life was over and there was nothing to live for any longer. I screamed out burying my face in my arms. I screamed until I literally was incapable of screaming anymore, and it it became nothing more than me releasing air.

When I finally stopped and looked up the room was full of doctors and nurses and they were all staring at me with shocked expressions.

"Sweetheart," a brave doctor finally spoke up after the minutes of silence. "You're legs can come back, and as a matter of fact you could have them back to their full capacity, but you'll have to work with us, okay?"

I wiped tears from my face and nodded unable to speak.