When I regained my conscience, I was lying in an uncomfortable bed in a room where everything was white -- sheets and quilts and walls and furnitures, so irratatingly white that I immediately realized where I was -- at the hospital. Tubes and bottles surrounded me so tightly that I could but barely see the cloudless blue sky through the window. "What I nice day," I thought, "how long have I slept?"
My thoughts flew uncontrollably to the last scene that I remembered: car horns, speeding car, blood, unbearable pain, and... legs... I moved my hand to touch my legs, frightened at what I might, or might not feel. And, "Oh, bloody hell!" The flame of life was extinguished! I cursed in despair the almighty power known as fate: "Am I to endure this throughout the rest of my life? To be a CRIPPLE?" I dropped my fists hard onto my legs, tears ran unstoppably down my cheek, "I never wish to see that God-damned shadow, ever again!!!"