High Hopes // h.s [COMPLETED]

XV. It sucks to feel your body betraying you.

CHAPTER 15

There's much to be said for feeling numb. Time passes more quickly. You eat less, and because numbness encourages laziness, you do fewer things, good or bad, and the world's probably a better place for it. I didn't want to be numb; I didn't want to be blind, I didn't want to stay around for months before pursuing my dream. But more importantly, I didn't want to be able to see and look at the world differently because I was too selfish to think about those who had much more badly cases than just blindness and small patience.

It had only been my first therapy session and I already wished I didn't go to the hotel in the first place, or perhaps I wish I could've seen the car before it hit me. Physical therapy isn't fun, especially when you've just come from a broken leg and a broken hipbone. It was like taking ballet classes with no legs. Grabbing onto the two balancers, one for my left and right body to support before lifting myself off the wheelchair.

"Can you handle it?" My mom's voice sounded so afar, and I wanted to just give up and cry; knowing that if I did, I'd never heal and get stuck in plaid darkness forever. My eyes are sealed shut in pain when I finally lift myself to a stand. Emmett helped and gave me the basics. I should be able to walk across a fifteen-foot long beam and when I reach the end without falling off, I could start physiotherapy level two. What fun.

As for this session, besides the whole beam thing-which was for my occupational therapy, I have to attend support group, and then have cooking classes with the children's ward, and then finally have a steam bath as part of the physiotherapy. Steam bath's were always the time of day where I could be alone in a metal cell in my room with hot steam coming from who knows where and relieving all the stress I have been holding up on my shoulders. In the first ten minutes in my humid cell, with nothing but bare skin, I let lose of my thoughts I have been wrestling about in my mind, most I haven't really remembered what I was angry about. But the one thought that kept coming back, the one thing that Emily and mom kept away from me was something regarding my condition. If only I could research on this disorder then I might know what they're talking about. Sadly I can't.

"Jasmine? Are you decent?" Emmett's voice encrypt through the metal walls.

I jump in my seat before looking for my wet suit on the wall. "Just a minute!" With so much effort trying to find the edge of the walls without my feet hitting the cold tiles under the carpet, I might say I was better at being blind than clumsy. I take the soaked robe and wrap myself around it, the steam had made it cold as the fabric brushes over my skin before tying it into a knot. Another reckless battle with my finding the door before Emmett opens it for me.

"Hey." I greet wherever he is, trying to look casual. I don't know what Emmett looks like nor do I know if I could trust him but if Emily assigned him to me, I better much as well do. "I just wanted to tell you that Emily moved your support group session to the afternoon because there will be a charity event at the Children's ward tomorrow."

"You couldn't have told me that after the bath?" I let out sarcastically before finding my position back onto the bench. The tiles turned cold when I left and I suddenly want to get out. I hear Emmett's chuckle through the door. "Can't. I'm helping the others set up for the event. Do you want to come?"

"Not really. Might as well listen to those eBooks you've given me. I miss reading my books." I tell him sadly. It's been a month and few weeks since the accident and I'm glad I'm getting used to seeing darkness. I conquered my fear of darkness because I became blind, I wonder if I can conquer my fear of public restrooms by getting my head dumped into one...bad idea Jasmine.

"Alright then. You still have a few minutes in there, don't get all wrinkly." I can feel his facial expression on me being very sincere and I suddenly feel comfortable. Emmett has only been around for a whole day yesterday and he just tells stories and reads to me, mostly his job is to keep me company and I am thankful for someone like him. As I hear the doors close and his footsteps dispelling, I remove my robe and sit back to a nice steamy bath.