The Impossibilities of Greendale (2/3) *On HOLD*

Chapter 3

A/N:
Hope this chapter makes you think.
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     It was dark. I had awaken at the crack of dawn again. My sleeping schedule had been hectic ever since I had awaken from coma. It was regulating a bit, though. When I started out, I’d be up at around 3 in the morning, but today, it was only 5 am.

    I was excited because I was going home. I couldn’t wait. All I had to do was get through the morning and I’d be well on my way to snuggling up in my own bed again. This hospital bed was starting to give me nightmares.
I saw dim lighting through my hospital door window. During the night, the lights were turned down for the sleeping patients, but there was always someone close by.

    I had the burning urge to pee, but I didn’t feel like calling a nurse just so she could wheel me to the bathroom, stand and watch me pee, wheel me to the sink, and then wheel me back to my bed. It was unnecessary and unbelievably awkward.

    It was time I gained some independence. I did a few more exercises. I wiggled my toes, circled my foot, and lifted my legs. After about 10 small leg lifts, I was feeling pretty confident. I used my minimal arm strength to sit myself up, and I readied myself for trying to walk. I moved my left leg extremely snail-like until I felt the tip of my toes graze the cold, shiny floors. I slowly planted my entire foot there. Then, I did the same with my right until I had both my feet on the ground. I took a deep breath.

    Focus, Valeri. Focus.

    I kept chanting those encouragements until I found myself, for the first time in almost 3 months, standing on my own two feet.

    I did a short chuckle of disbelief. I actually did it. I took my first step and wobbled a little as I slightly stumbled back onto my bed. I just placed a hand on the nightstand and gathered my strength. I tried again and took another step.

    By the time I was on my fifth unsteady step, I was already unexplainably tired. My brittle bones weakened my legs, and it was almost impossible to find the will to continue.

    I said almost impossible.

    I found it somewhere in me and continued on my journey. By my 12th step, I was already at the door. I took advantage and leaned on it for support for a few seconds before I placed a hand on the handle. Once I opened the door, I slowly made my way over to my destination. Low and behold, I made it, and thankfully emptied my bladder.

    When I was finished, I slowly treaded over to the sink to wash my hands. I saw my reflection in the mirror and realized that my hair was longer than in my dream. It must’ve grow while I was asleep.

    I was doing good on my way back.

    Then, I slipped.

    I made a graceless plummet to the unforgiving floorboards. My frail body didn’t take it too well. I laid there for a few minutes until the pain slowly faded into one that was at least bearable. I slowly sat up, Michael Myers style, and I ran a hand through my disheveled hair. I suddenly realized that this was probably not one of my most ingenious ideas. I groaned at the immediate dull aching in the small of my back. I looked around for something to grab onto.

    I sighted a handle bar that was near the bathroom. I’m not sure why it was there or what purpose it was serving, but I wasn’t protesting in that moment. I army crawled over and clutched it as I tried to pull myself up.  Sadly, pull ups are not exactly my area of expertise. I grunted as my arm muscles weren’t doing their job.

    I huffed a breath. 1. 2. 3.

    For about 2.4 seconds, I turned into the Incredible Hulk and hauled myself upward. My knees clanked as I stood up, proud that I found it in me to be able to do it.