Everything's been coming back the last two days. I can finally move and speak, but they're still keeping the covering on my eyes and I can't get up without feeling nauseous.
I still don't know what happened to me and no one has told me.
They keep telling me not to worry about that, but once, when they all thought I was asleep, the doctor said that I might never remember.
Dad comes in and asks if I am feeling any better. I nod my head and he tells me that the bandages are coming off tomorrow. This is as good a time as any I guess.
I cut straight to the chase and ask him what happened six days ago. He sighs, I can hear him pull up a chair and squeeze the hand that grabs mine.
He tells me what Josh told him, that Josh, Megan, and I were leaving the Premire and as I was crossing the street I was hit by a car that ran a red light. I hit my head hard on the concrete.
Once the ambulance arrived at the hospital they took a CAT scan right away and it showed that there was some inflammation around the visual nerves and a mild skull fracture.
I had to stay conscious during the first night because I might have slipped into a coma otherwise.
I finally understand what happened to me.
The next day, my family gather around my bed, waiting for the doctor to come.
There shouldn't be anything wrong, that's what everyone's been telling me all day.
Barring any unforeseen complications, I'll be out by Tuesday.
I stiffen as the doctor enters. Mom and Dad each grab a hand.
I can feel the scissors cut away the first layer of bandaging and hands gently peel the rest away.
The wads of cotton over my eyes are the last to go and the doctor warns me about how sensitive my eyes are going to be to the light after being closed for so long.
Remembering an old trick, I crouch my head, putting my hand over my eyes. I open them slowly, but it's still too fast.
I whimper and squeeze them shut again. Josh puts his hand on my back, telling me it's okay.
Finally getting the hang of it, I open my eyes, squinting in pain.
Everything is so weird; vision didn't used to be like this. I look over at Megan, or at least one of her, and announce that there's two of everything.
The doctor says that's normal and should fade in a day or so.