Narrative Essay On Car Crash

In the world there are five senses. There's taste, smell, vision, hearing, and touch. All of these are in most people's lives, except me. Well, at least until now. My eyes start to open slowly, trying to remember what happened, but that topic changed quickly. I was very thirsty, so I tried to stretch my arm out to get a cup of water, but nothing--nothing--moved. I started to panic, wondering what happened that night, but I didn’t get any answers until I figured them out myself.
Ultimately, the doctor arrived at my room, but she had a numb look on her face, and I knew there was something wrong. “ I am deeply--truly--sorry, but when you crashed both of your parents got extremely hurt. When we got to the crash, your mom was already dead, and your father, well, he bled out in the ambulance.”
“What do you mean, crash--I thought I fell? Wait, so you're telling me that I got in a car crash and my parents died!” I wanted to run away and cry my eyes out, but that was not an option anymore, so I laid there still as a statue looking at the ceiling because there was no other option. “I want to meet them.” “Who, who do you want to meet?” “ I want to meet the people that crashed into us.” My anger was boiling up inside of me like a pot on a stove, but I knew I needed to face reality. “He’s in surgery and he was the only person in the car. You know it might not be good for you both to see each other. I think you should rethink this. I’m going to let you rest.” For the past two weeks, I have laid here doing nothing. Doctors come in every two hours to make sure I am comfortable and that I am fine. I felt so vulnerable and useless. All day and every day I lay here doing nothing. I asked the doctors if I could get out of this room and maybe one day I will. A few weeks later, some male doctors picked me up and plopped me in a wheelchair. They brought me to this room and they said, ¨Nathan, today for physical therapy, you will be walking Miss Haley James around. She is paralyzed from the neck down and does not get out of the room often. Make sure you get a long walk so it can benefit you both.¨ Nathan and I went around the hospital twice and then went outside. He stopped at a bench so he could take a quick break. We talked for about thirty minutes, which seemed like a long break to me, but I was fine with it because I wasn't in that gruesome room. Soon we went back to our rooms and I was back in my bed. When I got back, I started to remember when I was six years old my dad took me to New York for us to ice skate. The rink was freshly glazed by the Zamboni. Since I have a lot of time to think I was wondering. I wondered if my parents were still alive, would I have the same life except only living in my bedroom or would I be able to go around in a wheelchair? It turns out that life has many curves. During my stay in the hospital, I developed an infection. The doctors started to treat it with many antibiotics and treatments, but the infection continued to spread and grow larger. Soon, my heart and body couldn't handle all the medication, and I finally gave out. They rushed me …show more content…
It went perfectly and I was awake in one day. The doctor said that I needed to do some testing first to make sure you can control the legs right. So, they took me into a room and started to drill a hole into my head, but they numbed me first. They put in the device and closed me up. Then, they took me into another room where there was a leg hanging on this pole. They instructed me to imagine walking and thinking as hard as I could. The leg just sat there. They said that was fine and it takes lots of practice. I tried it again and the same result. I knew it was hopeless--I had to keep trying, not giving up for anything. Besides, it was too late