Waking up

I remember waking up, my vision blurry I looked around to see a familiar face, my Dad, then my Mum and brother. Oh, I felt pain and I tried to move my head, I couldn’t move anything. I remembered, being in the car, I did, I just couldn’t remember the actual events. I called out – ‘Mum,Dad why can’t I move? Where’s D?’ My parent’s faces were red and as much they had tried to hide it, the tears were welling up. D was sat next to the window with concern written all over his face, but he never rushed to see me. He just sat there. I had been fitted with a halo, four bolts screwed into the base of the skull which were attached to a huge bodice, certainly not made for a woman. My arm, face, everything was so sore at the same time a wave of nausea hit me. I found out that I had broken my neck, C2 fracture, broken 7 ribs, punctured my left lung, contusions to the right lung, broken my right arm, fractured my skull and all the side of my left face. Strangely enough, I didn’t freak out, cry, I just accepted it, which I think my family found so difficult. All I wanted to do was see D, but the guilt prevented him from showing any type of emotion towards me, it hurt, more than all the broken bones I had suffered. As I tried to sit up, a delayed scream followed by a string of foul language as the first two bolts in my forehead pinged out of my skull, they ripped the skin and I screamed! Immediately I was back down in surgery where they had to be re positioned lower on my forehead. Great, instead of two holes on my forehead I now have four!