The Crash

Chapter 6

Morgan

I lay in the hospital bed with my eyes closed, trying very hard to sleep but not succeeding. I've had my two physiotherapy sessions for today and they went exactly the same as the rest of them.

Horribly.

At this rate I'm never going to be able to race again, despite mum's new 'rule'.

I heard some nurses bustle into the room but I kept my eyes closed. I just wanted sleep to consume me and make me forget about everything but it wouldn't come. I haven't slept in a few days actually. I'm not totally sure why but I think its fear of slipping back into the coma. I don't know.

"It looks like she's asleep" I heard one of the nurses say and I kept my eyes closed and my breathing steady.

"Yeah. They work her pretty hard in physio" the other said

"She's not getting any of it. She should be able to walk by now. She should be out of that door and in the world and she isn't and nobody can figure out why."

"Surely they should give her more time"

"Apparently she's showing the signs of never being able to walk again. Her legs are too weak."

I felt my stomach tighten at her words.

Never walk again? That means never drive again, which means no racing. This isn't happening right now. No. No I refuse to let this be true.

"The doctor says she's going to give her two more days and if she shows no signs of being able to walk, she's going to be leaving here in a wheelchair"

"Poor girl" the other responded, "Did you hear about how she got here?"

"Everyone knows how she got here. Her father was that famous racer who died in a crash on the tracks about 12 years ago. Poor thing idolised the man, tried to win a race for him is what her mother said, got knocked into the coma after her car flipped or something."

"Seems a bit ridiculous if you ask me, 12 years seems like a long enough time to get over someone"

"Not when it's your dad and you were 9 when you lost him, you imbecile"

I felt like I was going to cry. Tears began to well up in my closed eyes and I heard their footsteps walk away from the bed as they were squabbling.

As soon as I heard the door shut I opened my eyes and sat up, letting the tears fall freely down my face. I held my head in my hands and sobbed loudly, knowing that nobody would be able to hear me in my private room. I want nothing more than to be able to drive again but I can't because I'm a failure who can't even learn to walk.

I sobbed louder and thought about how disappointed my dad would be if he was here now. I knew he wouldn't blame me but I blame me and that's enough to make me want to pour my heart out into my hands.

I heard the click of the door and my reflexes made me look up before I could dry my eyes in time and stood there was Alex. He had wide eyes and worry on his face and I realised my own face was probably red and puffy and there were still tears spilling down my cheeks. He had another bunch of flowers in his hands but these ones were bigger and brighter than before, the type you'd give to someone who you really cared about.

He quickly ran over to my bed and placed the flowers on the table, crouching down next to me he looked at my face and quietly asked,

"What's wrong?"

And that was it. The kindness in his voice was enough to set me off crying again but I tried ridiculously hard to keep it in.

"Nothing" I sniffed, wiping my face quickly