The Loss of Control

Hey Guys, The Wheelchair?

I couldn't call or text Jessica yet, I might not be able to talk to her until I saw her at school. I grinned inwardly; I could imagine everyone's faces when I WALKED into each class, epic. It had been two hours since my mom and I had finished signing the papers, the people had asked me when I would be ready to be hooked up to the iv, my reply was twelve years ago. I thought it would be an injection, but it turned out that since the whole point was to replace all my muscles, and then some, with highly dense robots that weighed six times more than muscle, it would have to be done very slowly, over the course of eighteen hours. They warned me that it might be painful, but I've broken so many bones that I doubt I will even feel a thing.

After a few minutes of me sitting in a hospital bed a large beefy man came in with a rather small and slim nurse. The large man was pulling along what appeared to be a little tyke wagon with a heavy machine on its bed. The nurse explained to me that that was the machine that was going to pump the nanos into my blood stream, as she explained all this she was putting the iv into my left arm just above the elbow joint, and attaching me to said machine. Before she left she injected me with some pretty heavy pain killers, and I was out like a light.

I awoke close to dawn, according to the light outside my window, in excruciating pain. It was as though my entire body was being eaten by fire ants, it hurt in every imaginable location; it even managed to hurt INSIDE my eyes. I curled up into a ball feeling as though I was going to cry, then I realized something, I... had... just... moved... my... legs. I felt like jumping out of bed and running down the hallways of the hospital at a dead sprint, but sadly I couldn't, I still had about six more hours to go before I was even going to be taken off the iv. Feeling bubbly happiness deep down in my chest, I rolled over and went back to sleep, successfully ignoring the pain.

I was shaken awake by my mom, thinking I was at home, not at the hospital getting a second shot at life. I raised my hands so that she could help me sit up, for some reason this brought the sound of laughter to my ears. Confused I opened my eyes to see Mr. Clark, my mom, and a few nurses all with vibrant smiles, except for some guy standing ramrod straight sporting a U.S. Marines uniform. My eyes went wide, suddenly realizing were I was I jumped, like actually jumped out of bed and onto the floor. I landed much heavier than I thought I would, when my feet hit the floor there was a resounding BOOOOM the seamed to shake the whole building.

Mr. Clark positively crying with joy said, "Careful now, you weigh about six hundred pounds now." He added with a lot more emotion than I thought he could produce, "If only my brother was here to see this, he would be so happy I helped someone like him actually overcome this disease."