When I woke up in the hospital after the accident, I thought the worst was over. My legs were broken in multiple places, each one wrapped in thick white casts that made even the smallest movement feel like a mountain to climb. But I was alive — and that was enough.
Three days passed under the cold glare of fluorescent lights. Nurses came and went. Machines beeped softly beside me. I was exhausted but grateful to still be breathing.
And that’s when I learned that the crash wasn’t the most painful thing I would face.
A Visit That Shattered Me
They entered my room not with the faces of loving parents, but with frustration etched deep into their features.Continue reading…
