Real Disability

The pain is excruciating! It feels like my whole body has been ripped to shreds. I can't feel my legs, which partially is a good thing or I'd be screaming by now. I can feel blood trickling down my face from my head. The car has shattered all around me. Ironically, it reminds me of a beer bottle carelessly tossed against the pavement by a drunk. Oh, god. My parents, my sister! I think I can feel my sister's hand against my chest, but I dare not to move my head and look because I am paralysed with shock and pain, and because of what horrific sight I might find. I can hear something. Voices? Yes people shouting and crying. "There's a boy in there!" someone screams. More voices, but I can't understand what they're saying. Please just leave me here to die, the pain is too much! I am thinking. An ambulance has come. I know because every time the siren wails, my head explodes. But that is nothing compared to the pain in my back. I let out a scream as they peel off a piece of car. The ambulance officer is trying to get me out, they know I'm alive. My back feels like it has been pushed against a white-hot poker, and the medic finally pries out of the space between the front and back seat, where your feet are supposed to go. He takes my arms and puts them around his neck, then puts his arms around my back. "No!" I scream at him. "Leave me here to die!" The pain is so intense that I am screaming things that make no sense to me whatsoever. Another two meds roll a stretcher out, and the guy who is holding me lies me down gently, but the white hot poker just seared into my back again. I scream again, but this time I feel needle being poked into the vein in my arm. "It's going to be alright, mate." Says a soothing male voice "you're in good hands." "where's my parent's and my siser?" I ask the meds. They are silent, and I manage to muster up enough energy to vomit on the floor and pass out.

Dread fills my heart faster that the white lights of the hospital fill my eyes. Dreading to face the truth, I try to push any awful thoughts out of my head, and focus on more important things. Like why on earth I am lying in a hospital bed. I just knocked my head and twisted my back in a weird way. I'm fine. My head does hurt a bit, but other than this, I'm fit to run around. I attempt to swing my legs over the side of the bed to get up, but my legs seem to not be responding to this command. Instead, I get a sharp pain in my back. "Oh good, you're awake." I only just noticed that a nurse has walked in. "The doctor would like to see you immediately." Once again I attempt to get out of the bed, but once again I get the same sharp pain in my back. Something that I have only just noticed makes me scared, horrified at the possibility. My blood has just run cold. If this is what I think, my life will be over. The nurse is pushing an empty wheelchair.