*a wheelchair. seven months. physical therapy. Jack’s face fell at all of this news. but he had to remind himself; she was alive. this could have ended horribly. she could have died on the scene, and he’d be standing at a funeral parlour right now, identifying her body rather then here in the hospital hearing to what had to happen to make her well again*
i, uh. i, i believe she lives in a building. i don’t know if they have a lift or, or anything…
*he, meanwhile, lived on the bottom floor of his apartment complex. if she were to move in, take his apartment, and he take the one on the upper floors then she’d be safe in a wheelchair…*
The doctor hummed, studying the x-rays a bit longer before flipping the light off. “You need to find out then. It could be a problem if she lives in one with only stairs. It will be quite difficult for her to move around. She will need to arrange a way to live after she is released. Shouldn’t be longer than 2 or 3 weeks.”
The doctor collected his files and walked to the door. “I’ll be back to check on her tonight. Rhonda is still here if you need anything but her shift ends around 8 tonight and then another nurse will take over for her overnight. If she wakes up, let Rhonda know. I will see you later, young man.”
And he walked out the door, off to see his other patients.
t.. thank you…
*the doctor barely heard him before he looked back at Katelynn, tears already running down his face again. a wheel chair. seven months. learn how to walk again. he brought his hands up and pressed them over his face, unable to hold a shuddering cry of despair for the woman who lay in the bed before him. it was so unfair. not right. why couldn’t this happen to him? why had it happened to her, what had she done wrong to deserve this? suddenly he realized Alice was here; somehow lost in this news he had barely noticed her but now he hurried over to her sleeping form, and shook her arm*
Alice.. Alice, Alice…
Jack Maple 