Weeks after weeks we’re going by slower than The Turtle, the slowest super liken ever. Roy had changed his condition was still stable and few of his wounds were healed, mostly the ones inside, the life support was feeding him and helping him breath till he was stable to breath with just an oxygen mask. They’d raised Roy’s leg above him as he rested. The doctors had offered Euthanasia, which was ending Roy’s life..because they’d agreed that when Roy wakes up which could be years from now that he’d be in an vegetive state, meaning he wouldn’t be able to look after his self and Oliver and his family would need to look after the teenager all his life..
Roy’s eyelids fluttered slowly open. He was so drowsy. Why was he so drowsy? The last thing he remembered was that excruciating pain and the blacking out. The motorcycle crash! Roy tried to sit up but found he couldn’t move.
At first, he started to panic, writhing weakly until he realized where he must be, the hospital. “How long have I been out?” Roy murmured weaklyto himself. His head was throbbing and he couldn’t feel his legs. Well, could feel one of them at least. He could wiggle his toes on his right leg, but that was the extent of the movement there.
At first, he felt frightened, that perhaps they’d had to amputate. But then, he looked up and noticed the cast. There was his other leg, right where it should have been. That was good. “One thing at a time Harper”, he mumbled to himself, “one thing at a time. I’ve still got both my legs and that’s good. How about my arms?”
He tried to lift one arm, but found it hopeless, wrapped up tightly in a cast. The other was also wrapped up, though less wrapped. He couldn’t move any of the digits on either hand, but at least he still had two hands. Two arms, two hands, two legs, a good start.
Slowly, Roy did his best to account for the rest of his body parts. There were a few he simply couldn’t feel no matter how hard he tried, so he did his best to trust they were still there. He couldn’t move his neck to see thanks to the neck brace, that dig into his neck.
Essentially, he was stuck and his leg really itched. He gave a sigh and tried to ignore it. He was alive; he could deal with one itch. He was alive. The realization crashed over him. He should have been dead, yet he was alive. But, there was just one thing missing. Where was Oliver.
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