I sit up bleary eyed and sore everywhere. The first thing I notice is the beeping of a machine, I soon realize is a heart rate monitor, and I’m in the hospital. I have no memory of the past however long I have been in a coma but my last memory was I was in my car driving home from work and then something happened. I don’t exactly remember but all I remember was the stress and anxiety I felt....

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The doctor walked in along with my husband. The both look at me like I’m an expensive valuable. The doctor speaks first: “Well Colette, how are you feeling?” I open my mouth to answer and all that comes out is a horse scratchy whisper. “What was that,” the doctor asked. I try again but the same thing happens and then I have a coughing attack and am wheezing between coughs. My husband, Marius comes over to my bed and takes a glass of water that was by my bedside and helps my drink. The doctor comes and checks my wounds and listens to my heart and then takes my blood pressure. He makes more of something on his clipboard and leaves the room. Later he comes back and takes Marius out into the hall. A minute later they come back in faces from with worry. “Honey,” Marius says, ” In order for you to walk again without a cane, you need a surgery done. Your wound on your leg has been infected causing you to have an abnormal large leg and it would be difficult to walk without a cane. You also are partly paralyzed because of the crash. The surgery is tomorrow morning at 7. ”