Prompt Post #7
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It’s staring out the hospital window, watching as people putter around in the court yard bellow.
It had taken two nurses to move him to the seat by the window, they had asked him three separate times if he was sure because they didn’t want to have to move him back and forth all day. That wasn’t their job, they had said.
It will always be like this, he realizes as he folds his tiny hands together and counts the people that look like ants. It will get better, all the physicians say, he would build upper body strength, be able to get in and out of bed on his own, maybe with some special provisions be able to move about his own room freely in time.
But that’s better, it’s not fixed.
He feels broken, defective, and faulty now. And that’s not going to change, Mommy and Daddy will have to work twice as hard to include him, he’s going to be a burden, a drain. He’ll never be able to look people his own age at eye’s length. He won’t be able to walk across the stage when he graduates, won’t be able to dance at his prom. He’s going to be locked up in a chair, his wife will one day have to bend down to kiss him, and he won’t be able to teach his son to walk or ride a bike.
He’ll never, ever, be a dancer and move like he’s always dreamed of moving.
He thinks for a few minutes that it would take is pushing himself out of chair hard enough to send him just within reach of the windowsill. In his mind the fact that he’s recovering from his accident and doesn’t have the strength to pull himself out the window and over the side doesn’t matter. In his mind he would find the strength.
But then he thinks about mother and father, and how much they cried when the thought he was dead, about how close they held him when they learned he was alive.
He hits the buzzer and asks the nurses to put him back in the bed. He doesn’t move from it till he leaves three days later. He doesn’t look back.
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