Joey's POV
I wake up to bright lights and beeping.
I try to open both eyes but my left eye feels swollen shut.
I reach up to try to feel it and when I made it about halfway to my eye I got a sharp pain in my left arm.
I look down with my right eye and notice that my legs are both in casts and elevated and my left arm is in a cast and I am in a hospital gown.
What the hell happened?
All of the sudden, a middle aged woman wearing scrubs stepped into the room. She looked at me then peeked into the hallway and I heard her say, "He's awake."
She turned back towards me and smiled.
"How are you feeling, Mr. Graceffa?"
"Umm... what... happened? Where am I?" When I spoke I noticed that I tasted blood in my mouth.
"You were in a bad car accident. You were unconscious at the site and then we brought you here. You've been out for about..."
She looks at her watch.
"...three and a half hours now."
"Three and a half?"
"Yes sir. You've got 6 broken bones, a fractured wrist, a concussion, and... a black eye as you can probably tell by now. The airbags in your steering wheel must've done that."
"W... which... where... who... I don't... how..."
"You need to just relax and get some rest, Sir."
"Which bones did I break?"
"Both of your legs, your left arm, two broken ribs and... a finger." She says, skimming over the paper on her clipboard.
I looked at the tables next to me and noticed that I hadn't gotten any "Get Well Soon" gifts of any sort.
"Has anyone been by to visit me?"
"No, sir."
As she said that, I felt a feeling that I had never felt before. I felt... sad. Not wanted. Not loved.
Heartbroken.
