I think I will use this chapter to speed up the process a little more… I just got a brand new amazing idea and its going to make the book a hell of lot longer, so I am going to save some time and length and boring recovery stories and do this:
The next 7 months in the hospital and the 5 months of painful in recovery at my home in Flagstaff all blur into one another. I can’t remember much of anything at the hospital, except for a few of the dozens of visits from my parents. A lot of the time I was sleeping, or couldn’t open my eyes. I first saw the fluorescent light of “day” in the hospital on the 4th week of my 3rd month there. It was slow recovery. It took almost a week for me to get the strength to sit up in bed with help. I still don’t know, can’t remember, or maybe my brain simply won’t remember, why it took so long to recover from my beating or what they did to me exactly.
I remember that in the last month or so of my recovery at home I was allowed to ride on my horse Green Bean (Beany) at a slow walk if my parents were around. My cat Scottie would go wherever I would go. She would lay down on my bed or the couch, where I spent a majority of my time, and I went to the bathroom I would find her waiting outside the door, her tail flicking comically and her head cocked to one side as if to say “Why did you leave?!” Or if I was out slowly ambling along on Beany she would dart and prance around his feet, or leap and paw at butterflies and chase squirrels and mice, but never catch them (on purpose!) for my entertainment.
I re-enrolled in Sea Crest College and went back to redo my freshman year…
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