I woke up feeling like complete shit. My body hurt, my head was spinning. I felt worse then that time I thought mixing beer and liquor was a good idea, until the hangover hit me. I tried to focus on my surroundings and noticed that I was in a hospital.
Of course I am in a hospital where else would I be at. Well at least I am not dead, and I can move and feel my arms and legs. That is good, fuck I hope the other person is okay.I felt bad for that guy or gal, I really did hope for the best for them. Maybe they made it out okay, if I did then that has to mean that they did too.
The crapping feeling that I was experiencing was slowly starting to go away, which was awesome I had to pee. Looking at my arm, and seeing an IV in it I kind of figured that was the reason why. But, now that I look at my arms why do they look…smaller. Its probably the medication or the accident.
I was going to take the IV off me myself when the door to my door opened up. The person that walked in was a nurse. She wore an older nurse uniform, which was kind of strange. She seemed liked she had been working as a nurse for some time. She had a stern bird like face. Her nose remained me of a birds beak with her hair tied in one of those business women hairstyles.
She looked at me and smiled saying
"Hey, how are you doing are you feeling okay." Her voice was soft, and I don't know if it was me but the way she was speaking sounding like she was talking to either a child, someone who was slow, or was being a sarcastic bitch. Hard to tell with some people sometimes.
"I am doing good, but my head feels like crap and I am kind of dizzy."
"That's good to hear I am glad that you are okay. I am going to take some vitals from you, then let the doctor know." She said while getting the blood pressure cuff from the drawer that was next to my bed. She took my blood pressure, temperature which didn't take long maybe a minute if that.
"Looks like everything is normal, well I be right back okay. Stay here and if you need anything press that red bottom and a nurse will be able to help you with anything you need okay." I was seriously starting to wonder what was going on with this women, why was she talking to me like that. It was starting to bother me, but decided to focus on something else instead.
"Hey…what happened to the other driver are they okay?" I asked. She seemed confused before saying
"I am not sure, but I am sure the doctor can answer that question for you. He has more information regarding the accident that happened to you and your parents."
"Parents?!? Uhh hmm…okay" She left the room before I could gather my thoughts and aske her more questions. Parents..did she say parents or did I hear her wrong. Whatever, damn should of ask if I can take out this IV. Probably should leave it in, whatever medication that have me on right now is crazy. Parents, I was raised by a single mother. Not only that but I was 31 years old, my mom hasn't driven me anywhere since I was like 18. That was only because she wanted me to get my drivers license so that I wouldn't bug her again about asking for a ride.
Lifting my hands up I decided to take a closer look that my hands. I don't know what it is but they just look so much smaller, am I high right now? Maybe painkillers affecting my vision and perception? Probably that seems more likely then anything else at the moment. I was getting bored waiting for the doctor so I decided to look around the room.
The room I was in was pretty standard hospital room, plain walls, white drawer with medical equipment around my bed. The bed was actually pretty comfortable, and I didn't have that problem where my feet kept reaching the edge of the bed. So I will take that as a win. I was going to start counting the ceiling tiles when the door opened.
The man that enter was definitely a doctor. He had the doctor look down, white coat with a stethoscope over his shoulders with a clipboard in his hands that he held lazily at his side. His hair was kind of a mess, his glasses didn't and most certainly couldn't hide the dark circle under his eyes. Either from stress, overwork or both never a good sign. These doctors were either chill or couldn't care less about you and just wanted to be done with it. It was probably the second one seeing as he sit down on the stool, and focused on the clipboard he was carrying. The man didn't even look at me and said
"Max right. Hi I am doctor Smith. I will be asking you some questions, then we will run some test to make sure you are okay. After that some people will come in and talk to you about the accident that happened."
"Okay" I said this seemed all pretty standard stuff. My guess is that the 'people outside' were police who wanted to get the story straight on what and how this happened. Which I wasn't mad or upset about. What I was upset about was thinking about how much all this was going to cost me, I was already pushing myself with getting money saved up for the wedding. My wife was going to beat me for getting into the accident and then kill me for having to pay for all the medical debt that was sure to come from this. Maybe the lawsuit I file against that clinic will be enough to cover for this.. my focus came back when the doctor said
"Alright just to get this out of the way I am going to ask you some basic question and I want you to answer them as best as you can. What is your full name, what year is it and how old are you."
"My name is Max bell, it's the year 2025 and I am 31 years old" I answered the questions confidently, I wanted to get this over with. The faster this gets done the faster I can get to the point where my girlfriend decides to kill me. I was not looking forward to that conversation.
The thought stopped in my head when I saw Dr.Smith stop writing on his clipboard, his eye met my and the lazy, bored, tried looked in his eyes disappeared. What was replaced was the look of focus. He set the clipboard down on the drawer next to him. He looked at me and said
"Max, can you repeat what you said please."
I was a little confused but I did, and when I did the doctor looked from focus to concerned. Oh I didn't like that look, you don't see a doctor`s worried look and get good news. Was I in a coma, no that wouldn't make sense. Maybe I got my age wrong, no that isn't right either. The year then, but it was 2025 I was sure of it. I mean if it wasn't then I would have to have been in a coma. I couldn't continue the train of thought when the doctor called my name
"Max"
"Yes Dr. Smith"
"I want you to tell me, what you think happened." His concerned look was getting me anxious. I mean what could I have possibly answered wrong.
"Well I was driving from work- " Dr. smith interrupted and said
"You were driving? From work."
"Yes I was, I remember it being late and my car lost control and I ran into an upcoming truck"
" And were do you work at?"
"At a clinic I am a medical assistant there."
"Max, I want you to stay here"
"WAIT! Why is something wrong with me? Did the accident do something? Was I in a coma?" The words spit out of my mouth so fast I doubted anyone could have understand what I said
"No, but I think the accident might have caused you some confusion. I am going to order some test to be done to make sure that you are alright. Stay here, the nurse will be here to watch over you." No sooner had the words left his mouth that he knocked on the door to the outside of the room. He got up from his stool, whispered something to that bird faced nurse that was apparently waiting outside.
She nodded at him, and brought in a wheelchair for me. I don't think I needed it but, seeing as how concerned they looked I decided to just go with it. The doctor immediately left the room after the nurse had position the wheelchair next to me. She moved my IV bag to the rod that was attached to the wheelchair
"Do you need help getting on" she asked in gentle voice
"No I don't think I do, but thank you though"
I was finally able to get the blanket off of me when I noticed something that I didn't want to focus on again. My legs weren't the same. I loved to run, so I had pretty strong legs not only that but I had decent amount of leg hair. That wasn't the case with the legs I was seeing now, I didn't want to panic so I turn to the nurse hoping she would understand what the fuck was going on
"What happened to my legs…why are they smaller. What the hell is happening." I tried to answer as calmly as possible but the anxiety in my voice had slipped in. Not only that but now that I paid attention my voice was different to. Oh god..Oh..calm down its probably nothing nothing at all.
"Max, your legs are right here." She gently grabbed my legs and moved to the side closet to the wheelchair she had positioned next to me. Panic shot through me, not because I couldn't feel it but because I could. I felt her touch these, my, legs and…and
"WHAT THE FUCK…WHAT HAPPEN TO ME. WHY ARE MY HANDS AND LEGS FUCKED UP. WHY WAS THE DOCTOR LOOKING AT ME STRANGE WHEN I ANSWERED THOSE QUESTIONS. PLEASE TELL ME" I yelled at the nurse, who seemed to be confused on what to say. I didn't care though I wanted her to answer me or anyone
"Max..you need to take a brea-"
"Don't fucking tell me to calm down damnit. Answer the goddamnit motherfucking question now bitch. I worked in the medical field I know all those bullshit questions and things that you and your staff says. I don't want to hear any of it. I want answers right FUCKING now.!"
She looked at me stupefied, nodded her head at me and then said
"I will get Dr.Smith right now" and quickly left the room.