Chapter Seventeen

Grace

I was rolled out of the room. At least I think, when I had the mask put on my face and Sam's hand in my hand I forgot everything. There was one thing I took with me, Sam. I couldn't forget him.

When I was rolled into the room I started in the only person in there was a woman, she was dusting the windowsill.

"How is she doing?" the woman asked. The man behind me said I was doing better than they thought. I heard ruckus in the doorway and in came Sam.

"Grace?" I tried to speak but I couldn't. The man and woman left and all that was left was Sam and I. I finally was able to speak after about ten minutes.

"Sam, I'm not Grace anymore."

"Yes you are, you're the Grace I know and love, and will always love."

"No I'm not," I said pulling the blanket off me. He looked at my bloody bandages where only stubs were left where my legs were. No legs anymore, only thighs. I saw tears come out of Sam's eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Grace." He whispered. He pulled the blanket back over me and kissed me. "You're not cold anymore," he whispered in my ear.

"Was I?" I asked.

"Really cold earlier, before you went in." Everyone else walked into the room.

"Grace," my mother gasped. Here we go she's going to cry and moan about how irresponsible I was for getting in an accident. "Hi," I said

"You look nice," Cole said.

"You're messed up,"

"I try," Cole knew how to make people feel better. After everyone got comfy my dad asked if I wanted to show them my legs.

"There is nothing there," I said holding back my tears. I showed them anyways. I pulled off the blanket and showed them. Rebecca took it the hardest,

"Grace, I'm so sorry."

"Rebecca its ok, don't worry." She started to cry a little. "You didn't do anything."

"Yes I let you drive, if I had driven then I would be where you are and you would be where I am."

"If I hadn't of driven I would of passed out and I couldn't of called Cole. He was the one who sent Paul to help." She just sat there, glossy eyed and sad.

"I'm just sorry," she whispered as she turned to the wall. Sam held my hand and hummed the tune to "Summer Girl"

"Stop," I whispered to him. Everyone was making this worse than it was. I hated having no legs but no one was to blame. "You're making it worse."

"Sorry," he said. The doctor walked in and just looked at my stubs.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Like I have no legs, oh wait I don't." I didn't mean to be snippy but I hated everyone be upset about it.

"Sorry Grace, we could have fixed them but you would have to recover over six to seven months. Your bones were so bad it wasn't able to work, successfully."

"Wonderful."

"How long will she be here."

"Well you have a one story house so she could go in a week but someone will have to help her get in her wheelchair-"

"Wheelchair?" Grace sounded so upset.

"At first then we can get you fake legs," The doctor said.

"Will that hurt?"

"No, at least after the first days, you have to get used to the feeling of a brace around your leg." Over the intercom a woman spoke,

"Doctor Campbell to the operating room."

"Bye Grace, and others," the doctor said leaving the room.