He looked at me hard, then put up what looked like x-ray photos on a board then lit it up. Pointing out things along the way he said:
“Several broken bones, a collapsed lung, concussion and a 40% chance of a coma.” After revealing the horribleness, he watched my reaction. I tried to take it well and I did okay, exept for the fact that I began to cry and just as I did my parents walked in, holding hospital cafeteria food. They took one look at my face and one at the pictures on the wall, then ran over to me a covered me in hugs. We cried together for over 23 minutes and the doctor left us to be in our wet, salty peace.
Over the next couple weeks alot of flowers, cards, candy and stuffed animals arrived in my room. Most of it from people I didn’t know. Even some from my classmates at school (Whom I also don’t know).
On a particularily memorable day, I recieved a cluster of balloons, bearing the all too common “Get Well Soon”. Inside the card it said:
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