About writing a story in Callee's point of view, scratch that. Instead, I am continuing with Rye's story.
You have lost the ability to move your legs. No. No, this isn't happening. It can't all lead up to this! So many bad things have happened. My best friend died. I got sick. Now this? Laney, why did this happen? Why did it lead up to this? What did I ever do? So many questions are circling in my head.
I hear the sharp sound of my scream as it echoes in the room, and all the tears flow out. Dariush takes my hand again, and I squeeze it. My parents run to me, embracing me in their arms. Callee slowly walks over, his face full of fear. I see him mouthing to me, I'm sorry. Over and over again. I feel like the world is crashing down on us. On me.
I am no longer Rye Mellark. Just a legless, good for nothing freak. I can't hunt. I can't run. I can't do anything. All I hear is my sharp cries filling the room. "Shh. Be quiet, honey." My mom says. "No! How can I be quiet, Mom? My legs won't move. I'm paralyzed. I'm just a…" My dad cuts me off.
"Rye, stop it. You are so much more than paralyzed." As much as everyone tries to comfort me, it won't help. I can't do anything. I'm nothing. The doctor's voice rings out above all the others.
"Let's get you into your wheelchair, Rye." He gestures toward the wheelchair, the thing that I will have to sit in for the rest of my miserable life.
A nurse comes and takes the tubes off my arms. My dad scoops me up, and leads me to the chair. Finally, I stop crying. My dad sits me down in the chair. I look at Dariush, his eyes full of fear for me. I slowly reach my hand out to him.
"Dariush. Get Dariush," I say. The nurse speaks up. "I'm afraid we can't. The tubes in his body provide…" I interrupt, "You took the damn tubes off my body. Why not his?" The doctor looks at the nurse. "I'm afraid so. Bring Mr. Schwartz over here." The nurse sighs, and takes the tubes out of Dariush.
As soon as he's free, he runs to me, kneeling down and hugging me tightly. I feel a tap from my mom, and she mouths to me, but he was faking it. "He saved me" is all I say. He breaks the hug, and looks at me, his face inches from mine. "Rye, you can do this." He backs away, leaving me in control of the wheelchair.
I place my hands on the wheels, and push. I feel myself move a couple inches. I look at Dariush. "I did it! I moved!" He has a big smile on his face. "Good," he says, "keep going." I push again, and again. I feel myself moving. I'm moving! I let a laugh escape me. "I'm doing it, everybody! I'm moving!" I hear a chorus of "good job" and "keep going". And I do. I wheel myself out of the room and down the hall, my family, Dariush, and the doctor and nurse following.
"Be careful!" the nurse says. "Don't get lost!"
"I won't!" I laugh and look behind my shoulder at all the smiling faces. This can work. I can still move. I can't stop laughing. I feel very happy. "Thank you, Laney." I look up to her, because I know she is looking down on me. "Rye!" I hear down the hall. "Yes?"
"Come back!" How do I turn around? As if reading my thoughts, the doctor walks over to me. He shows me how to turn around, and how to control everything. He leads me back to the crowd of people waiting for me. Callee runs to me and throws his arms around me. "Good job. I'm so proud."
"Ms. Mellark?" the doctor says. "We have to get you back in bed. I'm afraid you have to stay here for a few days." What? No, I don't want to stay here. "But I can move!" I object. The doctor shakes his head. The dog caused some other wounds that need to heal here." My dad again scoops me up and takes me back to the bed. I wince, as the tubes are re-inserted into me. The doctor comes over with a box of small little glass containers full of clear liquid.
"This is a painkiller called morphling," he says. "It will knock you out for a few days, which, fortunately, is the amount of time you will be staying here." He puts the liquid into an injector, and I feel the pain of the morphling entering me. My vision becomes blurry, my hearing becomes muffled, and slowly, my world goes black.
A/N: I told you things would get better! I know I said that I was going to do one in Callee's POV, but I just couldn't let go of Rye. I will try to make this story 30 chapters or so. There will be more characters on the way! Let me just say thank you all for taking time out of your life to read all of my hard work. I love you guys!