She goes by JD and has been living in New York since she was born. Growing up wasn't so easy for her but it didn't do anything but make her to the woman she was today. Her mouth was like no other and sometimes, it put her in bad situations.
Well, s...
Once again, a war has started. ____________________________________
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_______________ K H A L I L 📍Memorial Hospital ____________________________________
I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect, invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive.
I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white colour schemed hospital bedroom.
I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts.
Out of impulse, my hand travels to my face, pressing the throbbing area on my right cheek. I felt a bandage and flinched at the pain before I tried to get up.
Once I stepped on the cold, white tiles, I instantly fell back on to the bed due to me not being able to feel my legs. My body engulfed in pain as if objecting my decision to stand up.
I lay there pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with a white fluorescent light. I guess I'll wait for some help by the hospital staff.
My stomach retched and my throat was dry. A distant thud echoed across the cold, hard floor, ricocheting into my ear. I instantly knew someone was coming.
I then saw the door knob turning. The door opened and white woman in a white coat came inside. She shut the door behind her and adjusted the clipboard in her hands.
"Hello Mr. Mian. Your finally up." She said. I had one question and one question only.
"Why I can't feel my legs?" I questioned.
She sucked her teeth lowly and walked closer, fixing the cover on me.
"Well..." She looked down at the clipboard. "Khalil, you were shot twice and grazed once against your right cheek. You were shot in in your left shoulder and your spine. Surgery went well but there is something that I want you too know..." she trailed off.
With her saying that I was shot in my spine, I kind of figured what she was about to say next. I just had to prepare myself for the words that would DESTROY me.
"You will not be able to walk for the rest of your life Khalil. I'm sorry to tell you but I could be wrong. You might be able to after a couple years and therapy but most people do not recover. But, I pray you have a awesome recovery."
