“Do you want me to help you up?” Harry asks.
Doctor Knoll said I was free to go as everything was going fine. I couldn’t wait to get out of here and now I’m finally leaving. But the pain in my leg is still so over powering and I can’t seem to move much.
“No, I’m alright.” I tell Harry as I try to pull myself off of my un-comfy hospital bed. It’s going to be so nice to be back in my own bed.
I’m kind of scared to go back home though. The other night’s events still replay in mind. They’re so fresh that I feel like it only just happened. I haven’t asked what happened to Dad and Zach yet because I’m too scared of the answer. I can’t even recall if they got away or not, as soon as I got shot everything went blurry and my mind was to off focus to notice what happened with them.
“Shit, shit, shit.” I groan as my leg stops myself from even lifting myself close to the edge of the bed.
“Let me help you.” Harry demands grabbing my wrists and sliding me over to the edge of the bed. My legs dangle off the bed and I take a few breaths before actually standing up.
I haven’t walked in 2 days, my legs are going to be so stiff. Considering I have a bullet wound in my leg, it’s going to make it even worse. I can hardly move without the pain shooting through me, let alone walk.
“Are you going to be able to walk?” Harry asks me, he’s emerald green eyes looking directly into mine.
“I think.” I fumble for words as I push myself off the bed. Harry holds my waist tight as I stand.
As soon as I put weight on my right leg my body caves in. Agony shoots through my right side of my body, making my instincts instantly kick it. My body collapses but I don’t reach the floor before Harry’s hands tighten around my waist and pull me back up, holding me in place. I lift my right leg up so I’m in hopping position and no pressure is on it.
“Okay, you can’t walk.” Harry states holding me in place strongly.
He lowers my body back down onto the bed and makes me sit back.
“I think we should get you a wheelchair.” Harry says bending down to my eye level.
“No, I’m not using a wheelchair.” I say stubbornly. I can walk just not on my right leg and the last thing I want is attention drawn to me because I’m in a wheel chair. I don’t need one.
“Mia.” Harry warns.
“Can’t you get me crutches or something?” I ask annoyed that I can’t walk without something to help me.
“Alright, stay here. Don’t move.” He demands before leaving the room to find a nurse.
What happens if I can’t walk again? My upper leg is tightly bandaged and hurts like hell. The only time it doesn’t hurt is when I’m on strong pain relief. Even then is still hurts a bit.
I slide my body to the edge of the bed again, letting my legs dangle down. I really want to be able to walk. I know I can do it. I slowly place my left foot on the ground and push my body off the bed so I’m in a hopping position. I then steadily place my right foot down adding pressure very slowly.
Discomfort and pain run through my leg but I fight against it as I put full pressure on it. It kills right now, but the drive to wanting to walk pushes the pain behind me. I pull my left leg up to make a small step leaving all pressure on the right leg. Yep, bad decision. My instinct to get rid of the pain instantly kicks in making my body collapse onto the floor.
I whimper loudly as my body comes into contact with the hospital ground. I didn’t fall too hard as my hands caught my fall but my leg slammed hard enough for my eyes to water.
