Paralysed|| Phan [MAJOR EDITING]

7 Why Phil?

The ambulance came to a stop, and the fluorescent yellow door in front of me burst open with a creek, as the blinking mid-day sunlight filed the compartment. Strong arms turned my chair around, and wheeled me away from the van, and towards the familiar front of my apartment.

I reached the old oak door, and then the strong arms left my chair, and fiddled with the keys, to unlock the door. I finally got a good look at the raven haired boy in front of me. Phil.

He stared straight, almost disgusted and ashamed to look at me, at what I had become.

After opening the door, he turned around, avoiding my eyes, and picked me up out of my seat. He then roughly carried me up the many stairs, not supporting my dangling head, and threw me so harshly against the couch, that my head cracked against the wall.

I cried out in agony, as blood seeped down my temples, and my neck hung back at a crooked angle. I burst into racking sobs, as Phil, not even flinching, turned, locked the door and went into his room.
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Hours and hours droned by, with me lying at such an excruciating angle, that I could feel the burns from staying in the same place for such a long time. The blood had dried on my face, leaving itchy trail in its place. My neck, bent back at such an angle, left it hard to breath through the tubes, that had come unlodged from my nose, leaving me rasping for air.

I screamed for Phil, pleading for him to help me.
"Please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, can you move me please", was chanted again and against in my head.
Suddenly, a huge gag urged itself through my body, and I threw up all over myself, and the stench made me cry harder.
Then I screamed as I needed the toilet so bad, that I wet myself, feeling the warmth running down my legs.
For hours this torture of being so helpless dragged on, until the 9th hour, when Phil unlocked the door, and walked in, eyes widening in horror and guilt at the scene in front of him.....