The next thing I knew I was waking up to an empty hospital room. A dim light above my head and the rhythmic beeping of my heartrate monitor. I was instantly frightened, not knowing if Lindsey was alright, or where my parents were or even nurses for that matter. I tried to sit up but was desperately weak. To my horrific surprise, I realized from my knee down on my left leg was simply nothing, a ghost of thought reaming as I tried to move my foot. Finally a nurse burst through the door and instantly came to my aid telling me to relax. She explained to me I had been in a coma for the past 3 days. I was horrified. I knew what death felt like. I couldn’t help but cry.
Shortly after in came my parents, obviously elated to see me rise from the dead. The shower of love didn’t stop for a while, and I have to admit it felt nice after a 3 day black spot in my life. Finally I asked the nagging question. “Where’s Lindsey?” I asked multiple times. My mother’s face broke to tears as she explained to me. “She’s real banged up honey, the doctor say she has significant brain damage. I’m so sorry.” She broke to full blown sobbing. My father explaining how grateful he is that I’m alive. But all I could think about was Lindsey, and what my foolish mistakes had brought upon her. Brain damage? What kind of brain damage? I was frightened for her and disgusted in myself.
We spent a week more in that place before I could finally see Lindsey. She came into my room, timid, almost embarrassed. The nurses allowed us a brief moment of time together before she needed to get back to their care. I tried to speak to her in a loving voice, but she just seemed afraid of me, I was devastatingly, deeply saddened. She simply said hello to me and that was about as far as our conversation went. I cried for hours that night.