When I wake up on Saturday, there is a shooting pain in my leg. Then I realize, I don't have a leg.
I press the call button above my head so the nurse can bring me pain meds.
"Everything okay?" she asks rushing in.
"Yeah, sorry. I just need some pain meds" I say to her.
"Of course, sweetie," she says.
I hate people calling me sweetie. It makes me feel like a 2-year-old. Everyone treats you like that when you are hurt though.
When she comes back, I notice her name is Claire.
"Where is everyone?" I ask her.
"It's only 6 am. Visiting hours start at 8" she responds.
"Oh," I say, slightly disappointed. What am I going to do for 2 hours?
"Can I have my phone?" I ask nurse Claire.
"Sure," she says, handing it to me.
"Thank you," I say as she walks out of the room.
I check my texts and see one from Zach. It instantly brings a smile to my face.
Zach: Hey Skylar
It was sent last night at 8 pm. I guess I was already asleep by then. Weird.
Me: Hey
He responds back immediately.
Zach: How are you? Did you sleep well?
I smile at how much he cares. We just met.
Me: I'm okay. A little bit of pain. I slept kind of restlessly honestly.
Might as well be honest with him. Zach of all people will understand.
Zach: Sorry :(
Me: It's okay. How are you?
Zach: Pretty good. Do you want me to visit today?
Me: Sure
I was surprised at the offer since we only just met. I'm not complaining though.
Zach: I'll be there right at 8 :)
Me: My parents will be here then, I'm sure. Maybe wait till 9
Zach: Okay
I feel like he is disappointed. I don't know why that makes me happy.
We keep texting for the next hour. Just about random things: school, pets, everything.
He then says he has to go, so I watch Grey's Anatomy for the next 45 minutes. One of the characters has an amputated leg, and I decided I wanted to watch an episode about her prosthetic. Just so I was prepared. It's also just one of my favorite shows.
At exactly 8 o'clock my parents walk in. That's what I expected.
"Hey," my dad says quietly.
"Hey" I respond.
"You are awake?" my mom asks. "It's only 8"
"I woke up at 6," I tell her. "Couldn't sleep."
"I'm sorry," she says, though she has nothing to be sorry about.
"How's your leg?" my dad asks, obviously not really wanting to ask.
"No pain anymore. The problem is it isn't there" I say.
"Sorry honey," he says.
"It's fine."
"It's not. I hate that you are going through this" he says.
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Novela JuvenilSkylar Morris was living life to its fullest at age 18.That is until, one night, she and her best friend are in a car accident. What happens when she loses her leg and the life she always had along with it? And what happens when an opportunity for a...
