Meh.

2.a

     I felt like shit. There was a ringing in my ear and life blurred around me. Fuck. I was on my back, I knew that for one thing. I tried to roll over, onto my side, so I could push myself up. Gravity had other thoughts. My head was poundin' to it's torturous beat inside my skull and my lower back felt like white hot pain had injected itself into me. I looked around, trying to focus on the life that was swirling around me. People were hoverin' I could sense that. The voices were muffled by the ringing in my ear.

     "Miss, can you hear me?" The man was kneelin right above me with the brightest fuckin' light in shinin' in my face. His free hand was keepin' me from tryin to get up - not like I was putting up much of a fight anyways. I could hear cars and sirens in the distance zoomin' around me. 

     "Wha' the fuck's happenin'?" I slurred. I looked around me, tryin to get my eyes to focus in on my surroundings.'

     "You've been in an accident, miss. Can you tell me your name," the man asked me.

     "Uh. . . My Name. Yeah, my name's. . . Uhm. . yeah," I replied, "my - my bag's, my bag's some- somewhere. My name... my name's in my wallet. I think." I tried looking for my backpack, I had it on my person at all times when I wasn't at home. It was a security thing... I think. The man that was hovering over me mumbled something to someone and turned back to reply.

      "Alrighty then, Miss. We're gonna get you to the hospital, okay? Get a doctor to get a look at your legs, yeah?" He gave me a kind smile, thought it looked like one that you give a person who you knew would be stuck for life.

     "What's happened to my legs?" I asked, trying to sit up and take a gander at the damage bestowed on me. 

     "Your legs seemed to be hurt pretty bad, Miss.... Mrs. Hardy." He said. Mrs?  I'm married? Things seemed to slow down even more than before. The edges of my vision gave way to fuzzy black lines and spots as I laid my head down.

     "I- I think, I'm gonna' rest now," I told the man, or anyone that was listening for that matter.

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     By the time I awoke, the feeling of listlessness and confusion intensified as well as gave way to more feelings of pain and soreness. "What the fuck's happened," I mumbled to myself while trying to sit up. The pain radiated from my lower back up to the base of my neck stopped my pursuit of trying to sit up.

     "Oh Laura, you're up!" The familiar face had rushed to the side of my bed, setting a white paper cup down on the bedside table next to me and grabbing up a clear plastic cup. The clear liquid contents sloshed around in the cup as it was hastily lifted up to my mouth. "Have a drink, Love, you must be parched." I silently obeyed the man, who was my husband, as I was still not completely aware of the situation at hand. "Did you want to sit up more, love?" He asked. I nodded.

     "What happened to me? Why am I at the hospital," I asked as soon as the head of my bed was raised to a comfortable level.

     "The police said that you had been hit by a drunk driver, in broad daylight," Tom stated, then later adding to himself, "who the fuck thinks to go day drinking and then driving afterwards?" He took up my left hand in his two and brought it up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss on the back of my hand, careful not to disturb the IV drip they had inserted there. "The doctors said that you had been hit pretty bad, broke your back and a whole list of other things." His voice wasn't happy, nor angry, just dazed and remorseful. 

     I glanced down at my legs under the sheets, the paramedic said that they were hurt pretty badly - if I remembered correctly. I lifted the sheets and saw the two offensively pink fiberglass casts around both my legs. "How long have you been here, Tom?" I mumbled.

     "Only two days. I got on the first flight I could out of LA." I nodded at his confession. 

     "How bad are my legs?" I asked him. I looked at him for my answers, and found them in his silent avoidance to meet my gaze. "Tom?"

     "I- I should get the doctor. He'll know how to explain the situation better than I can." With that he upped an left the room. The situation?