I awoke with a raging headache in a small white room. As I looked around the room, I noticed her sleeping uncomfortably in an armchair in the corner of the room. After inspecting the remainder of my surroundings, I noticed IVs sticking out of my arms. This made it painfully clear that I was currently in the hospital. I tried to remember how I had gotten here, however my headache prevented me from being able to think about it for a long period of time.
As I looked back at the armchair, I noticed that, even in sleep, she looked extremely distraught. Her hair was in a messy bun that looked like it was put up in a matter of seconds. Her clothes were extremely wrinkled, and it seemed as if she had been crying for a short period of time. I knew her well enough by now that she didn't like to tell others how she felt about certain subjects, so bringing up crying most likely wouldn't be a good idea.
Why is she here? Why would she stay with me?
I turned away and instead looked at the nightstand beside my bed. On it was a tall vase with a single _ rose with a small card attached.
"I am so sorry…" was all the card read. There was no signature on it meaning that I wouldn't know who sent the rose to me. I loved the rose so much; not only because it was my favorite color, but because someone thought to get a rose for me. They didn't need to, but it was a nice gesture. I would have to ask her who gave it to me when she awoke.
The same thoughts raced through my mind even as I thought about the single rose sitting beside my bed. A nurse was walking by when she peered in and noticed that I was awake. She first asked me if I was in any pain. I said that I had a minor headache and then realized that there was a slight pain near my waist. She asked if that was all, to which I replied yes. She said for what I have been through I am pretty lucky that I hadn't been in more pain.
What had I been through? Why am I here?
She then walked out of the room to get some pain medication for me. I figured that the pain in my waist was probably just caused by me laying down for a long period of time, so I decided I should probably get up and walk around a little bit. I tried to move my right leg off of the bed, but it stayed completely stationary. I attempted the same thing with my opposite leg, but got the same response. I then realized that I actually couldn't feel anything below my waist. I tried moving each part of my leg separately: ankle, toes, knee, nothing. There was absolutely no movement in either leg. Just then, the nurse returned with a glass of water and the medication.
After taking it, the nurse took the empty cup and left the room. My headache went away in a matter of minutes and I was finally able to think clearly. I choose to take this time to think back to what I remembered last.
We were fighting, which is nothing unusual. We always do, but get over it just as quick as it's started. I remember her screaming about something, but I am not sure exactly what. We decided, in order to clear our heads a little bit, to drive up to our favorite spot; the spot where we first met. It was a cliff that overlooked the beach. After a while of sitting in silence with our legs dangling over the edge, like we always do, she seemed to relax a little bit. I moved over next to her and eventually got her to smile. As we were getting up to go back to the car, she gave me a small shove. I had not fully gotten my balance yet and slipped off the edge of the fifteen foot cliff. The last thing I remember is a scream and a falling sensation.
Just as I began the process of piecing everything together, I began to feel very drowsy. Realizing that the pain medication was kicking in fully, I tried to speak loud enough in order to wake her up to no avail. Before I knew it I was asleep again, and no longer thought of the things that had plagued my mind while I was conscious.