Chapter 20 – Inoperable Brain Tumor
Liberty sat up and tried getting off the bed. The floor was freezing beneath her feet, but it felt good to finally stretch her legs. Standing up she shifted all of her weight to her feet, but quickly lost balance and fell to her knees bringing down the sheets she tried tohold onto.
"Nurse!" Liberty screamed. "Nurse! Doctor! Somebody!"
The pain in her legs were unbearable. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she stand? She knew she wasn't paralyzed. If she were, then it wouldn't hurt this much right? Or maybe paraplegics really did feel pain, but didn't say anything. That's just ludicrous, she thought. You're thinking crazy things. Of course they didn't feel anything, that's why there were paralyzed!
A male nurse walked by and saw Liberty on the floor trying to get up, so he ran over to her and picked her up. He put his left arm under her legs and his right arm on her back and slowly lied her back down on the bed.
"What happened?" he asked.
He's cute.
"I was bobbing for apples," Liberty snapped, sarcastically.
I'm not trying to be a bitch, but falling on your ass and then getting picked up by a complete stranger—and a cute one, mind you—doesn't exactly excite the hell out of me.
"Um, I'll go get the doctor."
"Yeah, why don't you that."
There I go snapping again. I'm on a roll.
The nurse left and within five minutes a female doctor walked into the room. She held a clipboard and flipped a pieced of paper over.
"Liberty Van Zandt?" The doctor asked, pushing her glasses back up with her finger.
"In the flesh." Liberty laughed, but the doctor didn't. What the hell is it with this place? Is the cafeteria here putting drugs in the food? I mean it is a hospital.
"I'm Dr. Meyers. Nurse Bryant told me that he found you on the floor. Is that correct?"
Liberty nodded. "That's correct."
Liberty told her what happened and there were a few "hmm's" and "uh-huh's" before she actually spoke a complete sentence.
"Ms. Van Zandt, I'm going to be honest with you. After being in a coma for nearly a month your legs didn't get the exercise they needed. The muscles in your legs have become very weak and it is obvious that you aren't even able to stand properly. It's going to take a while, but we're going to have to put you through physical therapy. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Liberty nodded.
"Good, but there's a problem."
"Oh god, what now? Do I have an inoperable brain tumor or something?"
Ignoring me, she continued, "Being in the extent of the accident you were in and the fact that you're about 6 months pregnant, you're going to need a lot of bed rest. So, we're not going to go into therapy as quickly as we'd like."
Liberty was silent for a minute, trying to let it all sink in.
"But, I'll be able to walk right?"
"Oh yes, I'm sure of it. It's going to take a lot of work, and it is very stressful for the patients who go through it. But trust me, you will have mobility again."
Liberty sighed a breath of relief.
Dr. Meyer's beeper went off. She looked at it then put it back in her pocket.
"Is there anything you need before I leave? Any questions?"
"Yes. Do you think you could get a hold of my father for me? I'd really like to speak to him."
The doctor smiled and nodded ather before she left the room.
Liberty leaned her head back and looked up at the ceiling.
"Mom," she said to herself, "If you're up there, this would be a really good time to send me a sign. Any sign. Cause I'm scared and I don't know what to do anymore. I didn't want to listen to you before, but I'm listening now. I'm listening."
Liberty lied there quietly. She half-expected the windows to burst open or a bright light to shine down on her or something. She knew it was a long shot though. She knew she wasn't going to get any "sign", but it didn't hurt to try.
"Oh, and mom? I miss you."
A/N. I suck. I know. I'm fucking slow with updating. But at least I'm still updating right? That should count for something. Any who, I REALLY hope you guys like this chapter. I'm actually kind of proud of it. Even though it isn't a very long chapter, in my opinion it's the best one I've written. That's probably just me though. And to clear things up, I have NO idea what the hospital/doctors/etc. would do in situations like this. I'm pulling all of this out of my ass. So if you know for a fact that they wouldn't keep her in bed, please don't chew my ass out about it :( …. Anyway, review god damnit!
