Wheelchair

Birthday

"I can do this I can do this!" I think to my self.
It's the day of the surgery. Maybe the surgery is just a birthday present from the hospital. Ya, ok I'm going to think of it that way. Asher walks in the room smiling. He had brought another bouquet for me. The room had smelled like someone lit three hundred candles in here. He came up to me and gave me a hug around the neck.

"It's the surgery day." He smiled but I didn't smile back. "I know today is your birthday and I'm sorry, but you can't complain. Your probably going to be able to speak again!" He was excited, or at least trying to make me excited. I could here doctors running through the halls out side. People screaming people crying. Those sounds had always been there but I never payed attention to it before.

People were getting hurt and people crying and probably dying, and I'm in here feeling sorry for my self. The doctor had asked me about a week ago if I wanted to go meet some people around the hospital. He even offered to take me, but I told him no. I thought it would be embarrassing for me to have people look at me. That I would gross people out.
I want to go out there now, I had not left this hospital room anymore that I had to. That is to go to the bathroom and to eat dinner in the dining area with my family.

The doctor came in the hospital room with me pushing my wheelchair. He had the biggest smile on his face. Everyone was trying to make me feel better about the surgery. I still can't walk as you can see but I am getting better. The doctor said I might not ever be able to walk again. I know it sound like a bad thing but it's not. You know how if you have to stand up for a long time or walk a lot you get tired? Well I get to sit down. Asher grabs one arm and the doctor grabs the other. They lift me up and put me in the wheelchair. I swear that seat cushion she the most comfortable thing I have ever sat on. The doctor takes me down a long hallway and opens a door with a key card and he pushes me into the room. I heard him tell Asher that he had to wait there. The doctor closed the door and put me on a table and cover me with a blanket.

He ejected a syringe into my neck and befor I knew it   I was fast asleep.

My vision was not the best. All I could see around be was trees. Trees on every way around me, but they all had one thing in common. They were color full. I cant explain it. I was so confused. What is happening? The trees, they're bleeding! They're covered in blood. It's raining, blood.

I wake up. My eyes are covered in blood and burning. I'm in the wreak again! I can't breathe. I can hear Asher talking to the cops. I don't remember this happening. The door comes off of the car and I feel being picked up. Asher walks up to the stretcher that I am on. He gives me big hug, his hands were covered in blood, everything was covered it blood.
Everyone was covered in blood.

I wake up again! I'm in the hospital room. What the hell is happening! The doctors are freaking out. My head hurts worse than it did before. The main doctor runs out of the room saying some fancy doctor words at the other doctors are freaking out. One of the doctors are looking for the syringe. The doctor with the red hair walks back in with the medication.

He sticks the needle inside of my neck and smiles at me. Dang, he should get and award for his beard. It's on fleek. Did I just think the word fleek? Oh my god I'm turning into one of them! My vision turned to a blur as everything faded away to black I fall asleep. Peaceful, calming, relaxing. Those are the only words I can describe it. I didn't have any of those dreams this time. No dreams at all.When I woke I found the doctor standing in front of me.

"The surgery went well, you should be able to speak with some therapy in about a month and should be back a school in about two." He smiles, I looks like he is about in his early twenty with his face being so baby like. His smiles fades as he walks over to the side of the bed and lifts my chair up where I am sitting straight up. "I don't think I have formally introduced my self to you, I'm Cody."

My smile becomes bigger as i lift my hand up and try to speak. All you can hear is a mumbled version of all of the words. He gives off a chuckle but not making any noise. My mind goes blank for around five seconds and I am not able to think anything.

It's hard to describe. It was not possible for me to think. No words. No thoughts. No pictures. No anything. By the doctors face he knew what was happening. He either it was the fact I I was starring at the wall with no expression or that I freaked out when it was done.

"What the hell was that!" I yell looking around bringing myself back to reality. Cody gave a slight smirk and walked over to me. "It was not real, the surgery had side affects and that is one of them.

I slowly breathe out in relief as he puts me back in the wheelchair and pushed me back to my room. When I go there my family had put balloons and flowers all over the place. There were signs and presents everywhere. From what I could tell some of the presents were from the school. The room was filled.

"Surprise!" Asher jumps out from behind a table which for one scared the living daylights out of me, and two got him yelled at by the doctor because that could put more stress on me. I laughed at him because of the lecture that he was given. I could se that Asher wanted to be in here alone with me so the doctor walked out closing the curtain behind him.

Asher's POV

I smile as I lift Sky onto her bed and sit her up on the wall. I jump onto the bed and sit next to her and smiles as she takes her vision from me to the room. She looks around the room at the decor and presents. Her face lights up as she looks at me.

"Asher, did you do all of this by your self?" She asked

No

"Ya." I give a fake smile lying to sound cool.

I think she could tell because she picked up her arm and slightly shoved me in the shoulder. She didn't have much straight in her arm so the impact was soft as she slowly dropped her arm back down. She smiles at me and leans her head on my shoulder. "Liar." She said under her breath making me blush.

She smiles as she closes her eyes. I can see the scar on her head from where the stitches are. They had shaved all of her hair off. To be honest I liked it better this way, I could see her face better. She was really pretty. I don't think the age is a big difference in our case. I act gay around everyone because I'm afraid of feelings.