Catch Me

Ch. 6

Coralys pov

5 weeks have passed making my total hospital stay 12 weeks. It's been a very slow recovery too. I had full function when I came out of coma last time, but this time that wasn't the case. I've had to basically relearn everything. How to use my arms, how to walk, how to speak, everything.

None of it I have enjoyed by the way. I wish they'd just let me continue to be practically paralyzed. I don't really care to do all this physical therapy and move around. I just want to sleep and be left alone.

I'm getting discharged today much to my disappointment. I'm now being forced to stay with Demi since she "understands my mindset and can help me better than anyone" evidently.

The sound of a seatbelt click snaps me back into reality and I see that Demi has buckled me into the seat. I failed to complete the task she had asked of me moments ago. I got frustrated and stopped trying to buckle myself in. My arms were not working and I gave up and went into La la land.

"You did pretty good actually." She says achieving a weak compliment.

Despite physical and speech therapy neither have done much for me. My body still feels like dead weight and is hard to move. Meanwhile my speech sounds exactly how it used to before I started speech therapy once Dianna and Eddie adopted me. I have a lisp and I stutter on a lot of my words or I can pronounce many words. That's not the frustrating thing for me though. I mean that's how I used to talk. For 7 years. The most frustrating is not being able to move and having to rely on other people to do things for me. Physical therapy isn't getting results quick enough for me. Not that it really should matter. Being realistic, I'm going to attempt again. So how much movement I have between now and then shouldn't really matter when I'm about to have no movement.

I choose against replying to Demi's comment and stare down at my untied shoe, which I also gave up on in my getting dressed task.

"I know things are a bit rough right now but they'll get better, give it some time. I know you're frustrated with a lot of things you're unable to do right now, but I'll help with as much as you allow me too. But I can't help if you don't let me know when or what you need help with." She says.

No matter how much help I need, I will not be asking you for it. I will never ask you for anything because I learned rather early on you don't like me, you don't want me, and you will never want to be there for me.

"Ok, I get it, I'm the last person you want to talk to." She says.

My silence remains and I hear her let out a soft sigh as she starts her car, "We still have to talk about why you did what you did." She says.

No we don't. I don't have to tell you anything I don't want to. I don't want to so, I'm not.

"Ok, how about we just listen to some music?" She asks switching topics with my silence again.

How about you stop talking to me?

"Ok do you just want silence?" She asks.

I'm silent, do you not get hints well? Usually when someone doesn't want to talk it's because they want to be quiet. Usually when they want to be quiet it means they'd appreciate it if you were quiet. Meaning they really just want silence which is why they are quiet.

I turn my head and stare at the hospital as I feel something be placed in my lap. I look down and see the little stuffed animal dog and I hate to admit it, but I appreciate her remembering him on the discharge. I forgot him on the bed. So I'll give her this single point, but I don't give it long before I take the point away.

To avoid further conversation with Demi, actually let me clarify now- to avoid hearing Demi talk at all, I pretend to fall asleep in her car. Well, what I thought was going to be a pretend nap at least.