❰𝟰.𝟭.𝟭❱ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ➣ {𝕡•𝕡} ❘ [ 𝖓𝖜𝖍 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ]

🕷❘ ⳨ⲓⳳⲉ ❘ 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾

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๑՞ ° 𝙰𝚐𝚎 : 𝟷𝟻 *·˚

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Tires screech behind you both and the vehicle hits the in the rear-end of your car. The car skidded a few times, crashing into the fence off the edge of the road. 

The airbags of the front seat was released and the car plummeted off the cliff and flipping a few times off the rocks, until it finally stops at the bottom, the front of the car digging down into the loamy earth.

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You snapped your eyes open with a gasp, feeling a spark of excruciating agony shoot through down the back of your hips.

The corners of your eyes felt strained as you let out a shuddering breath. Panic filled your mind when you couldn't feel your body.

"Shh, hey, hey," Christine straightened up in her seat in an instant, for she had been waiting for you to get back into consciousness.

"Christine?" you voice was hoarse, causing you to clear you throat, "How did—What happened—Where's Dad?"

She caressed your hair, trying to calm you down, "They rushed both of you into a chopper. Took a while to find you," her voice shook in worry.

You gulped dryly, feeling the corners of your eyes burn.

"The golden hours for nerve damage went by when you were in the car,"

"Where's Dad? How's he? He's okay, right?" your vision clouded with tears, "Please tell me he's okay. I don't wanna lose him too. I—"

"Hey, N/N, N/N," Christine cradled your face in her hands, turning your head towards her to make eye contact, "Sweetie, he's okay. He's awake," she assured you, "You can see him after a while,"

You closed your eyes with a relieved sigh, feeling your shoulders relax.

"But you're the one in a more serious condition,"

You opened your eyes, slowly turning to face her, "What do you mean?"

"Internal bleeding in the liver. Paraplegia," Christine's voice quivered as she stated, "It's a paralysis that affects all or a part of your lower abdomen and legs due to severe injury. A T-10 spinal injury, Multiple damaged muscles, shattered right knee cap, dislocated left ankle,"

You're entire world came crashing around you, hearing Christine speak, "So, I can't—" you stopped yourself, pursing your lips together. A hot tear rolled down the side of your temple, "I can't walk? Never?"

Christine stifled a sob, shaking her head from side to side, "You were on the table for 7 hours," she brushed your tears away when you squeezed your eyes, "They had to let your body set into it and to avoid anaesthetic risks, and continued for another 5 hours,"

Seeing your distraught expression she added, "But it's not impossible to walk. Medicals miracles are a thing, you know. You're be getting physical therapy after your body heals,"

A nurse walked into the room, holding a tube of sedative, to reduce pain due to the spinal operation that was performed on you.

"Get some rest," Christine pressed a kiss to your forehead, "We can see your Dad when you wake up,"

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Several months passed by staying confined to the hospital. Surgery after surgery, all in attempts of bringing you and your father back to your original body states, but in vain.

Currently, you were at the physiotherapy centre of the hospital, carrying out an exercise routine that would help you improve your poor condition.

With each step you took, you felt as though a million microneedles were piercing into your bones and drilling their way further in mercilessly.

You had managed to get closer to the other end of the room, where your routine would end. But before you could take another step, your ankle bucked to the side and you lost your balance.

You let out a strained grunt of pain as you fell on your side, struggling to move. The nurse in charge of looking after you rushed over to help you.

"You've never dealt with any patient more pathetic than me, I bet," you grumbled up at her, accepting her hand and she helped you up.

"None," she nodded truthfully, "Except one,"

"Who?"

"Diya Varghese," the nurse replied, "Hemiplegia. Complete paralysis on one side of the body. I don't remember the cause exactly. But she came in here a few years back. Trying to improve her condition, even though the doctors said it was impossible. She came for a couple of weeks until she didn't. Thought she had passed away. Until one day I saw her run past me in the streets,"

"Run?" you limped up on both your feet, holding her arms for support, gawking up at the nurse at her words.

"Yeah, run. With the condition, she was diagnosed with. The details the files had described, there was nearly no possibility that she could stand on her feet. Let alone run,"

"Can I access to them," you questioned quickly, "The files, I mean. I don't know much about bones, but I can put one and one together,"

"I'll see what I can do," the physiotherapist nurse promised, "Only 'cause you're nicer than your father,"

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