Next chapter! I don't know much about how nurses and doctors may act, I tried looking in the book for reference, but that didn't help very much because obviously they didn't have to give Alex the news that they have to give him now, so if you have any advice or otherwise constructive criticism, leave me a review. Criticise though, don't flame. And to Guest, yes, I did use Burgess's Nadsat glossary. Thanks to SoSorryJoeyJr for the help!

"Paraplegic?" It was my turn to be confused now, O my brothers, for I had never heard that slovo before, but I didn't like the sound of it one malenky bit.

"You can't walk," she replied.

I rolled my glazzies at her. "Well of course I can't walk, all broken and bandaged up like this."

"No," she said. "I mean that you've lost the ability to move your legs in any way, meaning that you'll never walk again."

"What?" I didn't kopat all that she was govoreeting about, brothers, because I could feel my glazzies falling shut again and my brain was all like uncoordinated. "Leave me alone, I need to get some spatchka."

She ittied away, and when I dreamed they were like the starry days when I was a free young malchick, crasting and tolchocking and dratting and the old in-out and all that real horrorshow stuff, except this time I was all on my oddy knocky, no so-called droogs in sight, brothers. But I found that I couldn't run that skorry because my nogas were all like weak, but my rookers and my cut-throat britva knew their way around making all these vecks and ptitsas creech like blue murder. And all this time, brothers, apart from the pained golosses of all these lewdies, all I could slooshy was lovely Bach and Handel and Mozart and Rossini and above all, lovely lovely Ludwig Van and the beautiful Ninth Symphony.

-ACO-

Eventually I woke again, and I viddied my pee and em had come to viddy their like injured son, my em platching and boohoohooing her old tick-tocker out. But I had more important things to focus on, brothers, so I said:

"Well well well, what gives, my pee and em? What makes you think you are welcome?"

"You were in the papers again, son," said my papapa, in a very like ashamed way. "They said that the Government drove you to try and do yourself in. And it was our fault too, in a way, son. You home's your home, when all is said and done, son."

My em was still snivelling away real horrorshow, but she managed to like stop platching for a little while. She focused her glazzies on me and said, "Alex, do you remember that little girl in the park several years ago? You were about five and you went up to her and asked why she was in a wheelchair. It was because her back had been damaged while she was being born."

I remembered that malenky ptitsa, as well as the tears in her glazzies when she had govoreeted why she was in that wheelchair. It seemed like a lot of bezoomny cal to me, but I nodded my gulliver at her.

"You doctor told us …" then she broke down again, brothers, her red and wrinkled litso as ugly as kiss-my-sharries.

My papa finished for her, although he was as poogly as that nurse ptitsa, "Dr. Blackburn told us that you had irreparably damaged your spinal cord when you fell, and they had to sever it completely as leaving it would've only caused you more problems. You're like that little girl now, Alex."

At first I just looked at him like he was govoreeting a lot fo medical cal, then I realised what he really meant and I felt sick."You mean," I managed to govoreet, "I'll never walk again?" The thought of having to like itty around in a wheelchair for the rest of my jeenzy was not a welcome one, brothers, and I soon found myself like shaking and I knew I had to sick up so I shifted my broken plott over the bed and that made me feel even worse because I felt pains all over myself and as I like threw up I felt tears coming out of my glazzies and I almost felt like platching out loud just a malenky bit.

"Visiting time's up," said this whitecoated ptitsa, coming over to like escort my pee and em out. "You're upsetting him."

After my pee and em had left, she turned to me with a smile. "Good day, Alex."

I've decided to cut it off here because I don't know where else to end it. I wasn't sure how I could continue this, which is why I didn't update for some time, but major, major thanks to SoSorryJoeyJr for the help with getting this running again.

Viddy well.

Katie