I know now who my real friends were. While a few of my friends were on their phones tweeting about the accident, my "real" friends were there by my bed side in the E.R. All of the people that were there was Breanna, Cameron, Trystan, Steven, and Lacy. While we were waiting to get back the test results for something, my friends made the best of the situation. My friends put me in the wheelchair VERY carefully, (I sware they could have passed off as nurses!) and they wheeled me down to the cafeteria, they got me cake, while I got them all a slice of gormét pizza, or whatever they call it... Anyways, then they rolled me back up and sat me in the bed and acted like nothing ever happened. Meanwhile the doctor was still trying to get test results.
3½ hours later the doctor came back, not with what I wanted to hear though. He told me that my entire ⅓ of my leg is shattered. Thigh down. My friends all broke down in tears. Breanna asked if it was ever going to heal. The doctor said "Lets just go one step at a time now." She got worried. After that Trystan asked if I was going to need surgery. The doctor said "I'm afraid so." Cameron asked if I was able to still hang out. The doctor then said "Eventually, yes." When Macy asked how much will the stiches take up of her leg, the doctor responded with "The stiches will take up most of her leg beacause we need to put more bone marrow in one third of her leg, and that's a pretty large portion."
