Rolling in the Deep

Part One

Rolling in the Deep.

Part one

Did you hear the goss Amita called across. The physio was massaging and manipulating your right leg as you chatted to your new bestie. She was in an equally ridiculous position, another physio moving her body into the craziest and bizarre positions. You were both used to this by now, having been on the unit for a few weeks. When you both arrived, you bonded straightaway as two newbies. Go on Amita, dont keep me hanging you chuckled as the physio straightened your leg, huffing and puffing with exertion. Apparently a celeb is being admitted today she grinned. have you read owt about anyone getting injured you asked Amita was a social media whore, spending her time constantly in the celeb obsessed world. Thats just it, no! Its a total open call she groaned as her arm was stretched backward.

I bet its a non celeb tho, like a love islander or other rubbish reality idiot You groaned. Following the instructions of the physio you moved into a different position and grimaced as your arm was pushed out of your comfort zone. That would still be epic shouted Amita, now facing the other way What if its some hotty male actor... like Ryan Gosling or Jamie Dornan? she giggled. Amita had a thing for Jamie Dornan, ever since 50 shades. Nah, not my type you answered What about if it were Taron Egerton? she chanced Shut up Amita you shouted Stop giving away my cougar traits, he is too young I keep telling you you flushed a little, glancing for the first time at the other adult in the room, currently performing intimate actions to the top of your thighs.

Amita guffawed Yeah, ok so why is it whenever we go to choose a movie, he seems to be the star she laughed again, huffing and puffing. Youre done Amita the physio commented and moved away pulling the curtain around Amita to allow her to get herself back in her chair and settled. You too your physio Mike, added doing the same. You sat on the edge of the bed, your legs tingling as you gingerly moved across to the chair. The curtain was whipped back, knowing our luck, itll be some dickhead soap star like Danny Dyer or some nobody she grinned.

Heading to your double room, you split from Amita. Despite not being the one to do the work, physio knackered you out, you were looking forward to a shower and a nap. Locking the door to the shared bathroom, you transferred wobbly to the chair, turning the water on. You began to clean as your mind ran back to your first days on the unit. Dignity all but gone as you lay in bed and had a nurse cleaning you, lifting and washing your breasts was bad enough. The nurse was thorough and not particularly gentle. The worst of all was wiping your back side and vagina. Tears were desperate to fall, but you had become numb since the accident.

This indignity was secondary trauma. Unable to stand alone, pissing the bed when the bed pan wasnt placed properly, then made to wear an adult nappy in case it happened again. Moving on to sitting on a commode, with just a flimsy curtain around you as you tried to open your bowels. You broke down now, it was just too much. You were reduced to being a child again and you hated it. You were the competent, independent adult. The one who took care of others, you took care of yourself and no one else did that. But now.

Shaking your thoughts away, you heard noise outside the room, finishing your shower and drying quickly. You opened the door a crack. Although the room was a double, the other bed had been empty since you arrived, and you were used to making the move from bathroom to bed in just a towel. Your clothes sat prime on the end of your bed as you looked to the no longer empty bed to your own. A nurse thankfully pulled the curtain round your new roommate. And you made a quick wheel to the safety of your own. Seeing your predicament, the nurse came across and pulled your curtain too. She was Suzy, one of the more approachable of the staff nurses.

She entered the curtain with you. Just a heads up she whispered We dont usually mix genders in the unit, but this is the only space we have, so I wanted to let you know, youll be sharing with a guy she looked at you for an agreement of the situation. Oh, right ok you answered. Not really being bothered, but glad of the heads up. It was a small unit and it was unusual to have had the room to herself anyway, she thought.

The nurse disappeared and you dressed, pulling back the curtain. You saw the curtain around the mystery man was pulled back, but only halfway. The side facing the door remained in place. He was laid facing the curtain and seemed to be sleeping. You found yourself watching his breathing as he slept and wondering about his story.

You all had your story, usually it first came out in the daily therapy session. Amita had been hit by a car whilst out on the town, she had an incomplete spinal injury. She was paralysed from the waist down. It was during therapy that you learned more about the range of spinal injuries there were and the luck of the draw. One patient had survived his car being crushed and suffered partial leg paralysis only, whereas you. Well you simply fell over, you walked across the front room. The same as every other day. A little fast and in your slippers with the apparently non slip soles. In an instant, you saw the Ceiling appear, felt the gut-wrenching fear of, hitting the floor. Jumping up immediately rather than be stuck on the floor as the pain tore through you. You had begun by saying you were fine, until it became clear that you most certainly werent.

As you lay in bed drifting off to sleep. You felt for the guy in the opposite bed, knowing what he must be dealing with, emotionally this was a nightmare you knew he was living.