"We had to pry them off."
I turn to my right to see a large man in a white coat staring down at me. He had a long gray beard, and he had a name tag with Gary scribbled on it.
"I understand if you have questions. You have been through a traumatizing experience and I am going to let you rest, but I am going to have to ask you some questions before that." Gary said.
Was I actually free? Did I make it out?
I decided to keep silent and only to answer the questions honestly.
"Well before I begin I'll inform you of all your injuries." Gary whispered. "You have many compound fractures in both you left and right hand, feet, and spine. You had to get some skin on your back removed because of severe infections. We also had to give you an estimated 250 stitches just on your back alone. You have also acquired serious stomach, lungs, and bladder problems."
Tears welled up in my eyes. I was actually free. This man fixed me up.
I was free.
