Free Runner

I'm Possible

Martin's eyes slowly opened. His mind was fogged over and jumbled, and his body felt numb. He looked around the room he lay in and all he could see was the blinding white of a hospital room. He covered his eyes and groaned. It was all he could do not to curse his poor mother for bringing him to the hospital for some minor injury again.

Eventually the doctor entered the room, a look of concern crossing his old and tired features, "hello Mr. Scott, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, a bit sore. What did I do this time?" Martin answered cheerfully. His calm expression showing his obliviousness to the situation.

The doctor's words betrayed him as he struggled to inform the young man before him, "you fell from a building. Your spinal cord was affected rendering you paralyzed from the waist down. There is no chance of full recovery and if there is, it's a very slim chance. You may never be able to walk again. I'm sorry to bring you such bad news, but we couldn't do much to improve your condition when you arrived."

Martin was in shock. His head was unable to register the fact that he may never be able to run and feel free. The doctor excused himself to give Martin time to coop with his new disability.

No more jumping, climbing, running, falling. He could not have any of it ever again, and if he could the chances were slim enough. He couldn't sit by and watch his body waste away. It wasn't fair that he was subjected to the torture of being limited and caged. He needed to be free and he would be damned if he couldn't have it.

The thin blanket that covered Martin's lower half was ripped away by his hand and thrown across the room. He moved to the edge of the bed and took a deep breath before trying his best to stand properly. He could see his feet on the ground, however, he could not feel them. They were right there in front of his face, yet they would not work and gave out. He fell and tried catching himself on the bed but slipped.

Martin found himself on the floor, weak and broken. His tears stained his cheek and dripped onto the floor. Would he ever recover or was the possibility so slim that it was impossible? He would never know, but finding out was the only way to see. Besides, the only way you can spell impossible is with 'I'm possible'