Three days after the accident, the young woman was still in critical condition but had regained some hearing and some sight.
She wore a neck brace, her left arm was severely bruised and bandaged, and she had several stitches in her ear. Still, she smiled when she saw me. While I felt relief that she was recovering, I was also shocked at the changes in her appearance and mannerisms.
She was thinner, her right eye was still swollen and bruised, and her coloring had altered considerably. She seemed much less energetic but still optimistic. I asked if she could hear me clearly.
She tapped the side of her face.
I asked what had happened to her hearing. She shook her head slowly and pointed to the center of her mouth. I asked where it hurt, and she pointed to the top of her head. I was speechless for a moment then thought maybe it had been a fractured skull after all.
She smiled again, tapping on her forehead with a gentle rhythm of her hand. For the time being, I have to work a full-time job and I am not able to do much for her. I don't know what to do.
She is very strong and she hasn't given up on us.
I am so lucky to have met her all those moons ago.
YOU ARE READING
End of Rush Anthology
PoetryHave you ever felt so distracted by work that you had no time to enjoy your life? You've found that every day is a blur of deadlines and stress. Every evening you come home exhausted and ready to collapse, but still have to suffer through more work...
