There's so many positive 4 letter words:
Love
Like
Hope
Care
Life
Then there's negative:
Hate
Evil
Dead
For once in her life Desdemona wanted to hear negative. The word in itself: Negative. Instead she heard positive. Her whole world came tumbling d...
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In a New York City hospital bed, I'm hooked up to a ventilator to help me breathe. A day-time court show plays on the tv and there's no way I can talk as a nurse checks on me. My eyes shift back and forth watching her every movement.
I was in a coma for a month then I progressed into a different state of unconsciousness called minimally conscious state. I had limited awareness that came and went before I fully woke up completely confused with no recollection of what could've happened to me.
From overhearing a doctor and nurse speaking I gathered I was shot in the head and survived. I can process and understand what people are saying around me, which means the part of the brain responsible for memory and speech is functioning. That's a good sign, but I don't remember anything.
Fortunately for me, the bullet stayed on one side of the brain. My doctors say they're very optimistic for my recovery. They're saying I have great rehabilitation potential like they've never seen before considering what happened to me.
I can hear the door open to my hospital room before the clicking of heels. A few seconds a woman with tan skin and black hair appears. She's familiar because she's come to visit everyday since I opened my eyes. She holds a cellphone to her ear and I hear her say, "Now that he's awake you know they're going to set a trial date."
I watch her talk on the phone with her back to me. During her conversation a dark skin man over six feet walks in. I close my eyes pretending I'm asleep because I simply don't want to deal with any of them trying to make me remember them.
I hear her end the call and have a short conversation with the nurse before she leaves the room. It's quiet then a deep male voice says, "You still mad at me?"
I hear a lip smack then, "You shot up a van full of females and a baby. Killed a barely legal teen. What exactly did that do?" I open one of my eyes looking at the exchange.
"I told you, we were running behind schedule. I didn't know they already dropped Glock off at prison. I was aiming at the other sister, Miranda. She helped set my brother up. We miscalculated."
