Day three of being paralyzed. It's not any less boring. I've been able to talk a lot easier, I just need a lot of water and a few minutes of prepping before I rant about stuff. Of course, there's nothing to rant about when I can't go see new movies or read any new books, and ugh, I am not ok! Dick has been down in the Cave a lot, he's keeping me occupied and up to date as best as he can, but there's only so much he can say when I'm into eight million things and he has to go out and be a hero. Bruce stays in the Cave with me, always at the computer, never moving or talking unless he's checking on me, but that only happens twice a day. I'm so bored and alone that it's almost actually killing me. Bruce makes sure it doesn't actually put me six feet under, but I can be dramatic, can't i?
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Day five of still being paralyzed. I'm so bored. I can move my head now, and my fingers are cooperating now. I can officially make a fist, and I can wiggle my feet. The rest of my body is unresponsive and annoying. I haven't seen a Tim for a while. It's funny, I feel like I've seen him recently, but I can't remember when it was... Is memory effected by paralyzation?
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Day seven. A full week of doing nothing and being paralyzed. Nothing new has happened since my phalanges started moving, and Bruce says I should have been healed by now. He wants to try the same thing they used on Babs, but he's nervous about what'll happen. Since I'm not permanently paralyzed, the serum might not work and keep me in recovery for longer. I'm getting desperate enough to want to try everything and anything.
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Day eight, Bruce finally is giving me the serum thing today. It's gotten to the point where he's been checking on me a lot more often. He's worried about me or something. I'm not sure if it's actually him, or if it's the people outside wondering why I haven't healed. Bruce said that the serum hurts like hell, so he wants me unconscious for it. It's kind of stupid, but it's better than suffering.
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Day ten, I was out all day yesterday, healing. My entire body hurts, and I still can't move, and I haven't spoken in two days (even though I was out cold for one of them). Bruce hasn't woken up since I woke up, and Alfred is worried, but he only has come down twice, both times he just smiled warmly at me and then checked on Bruce for thirty minutes. I wondered for a while what had happened while I was out, but I guess I won't know for a while, or at least until Bruce wakes up. I wish I could move, because this is getting ridiculous.
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Alright, as I said this is a rather boring chapter, but I'm putting off the really exciting chapter so I can type up what happened on day nine. I don't know what it's going to be yet, but I guess we'll find out! Until I figure out that chapter, I love you all, don't stop dreaming, don't change for anyone, and I'll see you in the next chapter! BYIE!!!
~ J's Girl who started a new page on my Prewriting app, for some stupid reason. Seriously, this is now on two pages, just because of my signature. Lame.
