The body snatchers

Leg injuries

*what an unusual title. Well reader I am an unusual person*

Everyday the nurse would come and tell me the same thing as before. "not long till you can walk" been so for a month now. I'm beginning to wonder how long 'not long' is. I just want to get out of here, its summer holidays and being cooped up in a hospital bed isn't really what id had planned, although neither was attending two of my best friends funerals. Both families have promised not to hold the funerals until I am able to walk, and attend. I'm dreading it, but I would've wanted them at my funeral as I think they'd want me at theirs. Of course I could attend in a wheel chair or something but I want to arrive with nothing but myself and be left to mourn my own way.

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A new person arrived in my room the next day, someone who had obviously been many times before. It was an old lady, around 60 I would guess and you could tell she was very beautiful when she was young. She seemed a little odd but knew all the nurses and doctors and what had to be done.

" why hello young lady" she said to me

"hi" I replied

"what on earth did you do to yourself " she questioned with a smile

I hesitated before replying "I injured my leg" and sparing her the details.

" pas les jambes " she muttered

" excuse me?" I asked wondering if I didn't hear her correctly

" oh nothing its just they always seem to put the leg injury patient in here, not all of them of course but alot"

"oh, why does it matter?" I questioned

" well, as I am sick I once became very very ill as a reaction to a new medication I had, I spent alot of time here, about two months and hotto very well know the other patient, they had been in an accident and injured their leg, their friends had both died and they were having a very hard time, the nurse always said they would walk soon but they had spent a month in here before I came and a week before I left they passed away, I'm not too fond of the leg injuries now"

I gulped at the severe similarity " I see why"