THE SILVER BMW
Ssssccccrrrreeeeeeeecccchhhh�. The car's brakes screeched to a halt, the gears grinding to a stop. Somewhere in the distance a baby cried, and a girl screamed�somewhere
It was a Saturday. The sun was shining and the sky was blue, which was strange for this time of year. The warmth washed over me as I ran up the street, dodging between people. I was shopping with my sister and her daughter. They went over the crossing and I was a little behind them. I caught up with them and glanced down the road. A car screeched its brakes and my eye saw it come around the corner. The lights caught my eye and my vision zoomed out, although I already knew what car it was. A late model BMW coloured silver was coming towards me. I noticed the badge and my eyes zoomed out even further. The number plate started with TV and I thought of a word with these letters, Television.
I should have paid attention to the bigger picture - to the speed that the vehicle was travelling - that I was in the middle of the road, even if I was on a pedestrian crossing. It was only for a second that I was half in a dream � but it was long enough �
I cannot remember the impact, I blacked out, I cannot remember being thrown metres down the road and I cannot remember how the driver paused then sped away down the street �
I woke to find myself in an uncomfortable, awkward position - twisted, turned and feeling like there was another person sitting on me. Everything was black. I could faintly here somewhere someone was crying. Was it me? I could not tell. Who was I, where was I, what was I, how did I get here � The room was dark and a wind blew under the door. I lay back on the bed and could tell my leg was numb. Why? I took a deep breath, I felt constricted and a deep pain shot up my chest, I started to cough. Why?
Footsteps came up the corridor and the door opened, a shaft of light fell across my face. The nurse came in and walked towards my bed. She looked over my head and checked something that was beeping. She squeezed the I.V bag and I followed, with my eyes, the tube that had been injected into my arm. The nurse�s name was Monica, it was on her name badge.
She noticed that I was awake, she looked rather surprised. Monica told me where I was, and all the other stuff, something about an operation in the morning. My mum was staying with my grandparents. I fell asleep again.
It was Tuesday morning when I woke up again. I could vaguely see that it was sunny outside, there was a ray of sun coming through the venetian blind and shining across the bed. My mum was sitting on a chair that, from what I could tell, was beside my bed. My mum looked as if she had not slept for weeks, even more than usual. I said morning to her and she stood to fluff up my pillows. I told her to stop, and I could tell she felt awkward. She explained to me about the operation. My left leg was broken badly and they were going to put me under (I am so glad they were going to put me under) to put a pin in it. My leg was then going to be put in traction. I took it all in and noticed that my arm was in a cast. I asked about my chest, the response was that I had five broken ribs, one of them had broken through the skin and the doctors had to push it back through.
It was about mid-day when I went into the operating theatre. Before I went under I told Mum to go home, because I was not going anywhere in the near future. The operation lasted for about two and a half hours. Mum stayed until I was awake, then she went home.
When I woke up on Wednesday, I noticed that there were quite a few bunches of flowers. I had not realised so many people cared. I also noticed the contraption that was attached to my leg. Wires, pins, screws, supports and other things were connected to my leg. This was traction. Yahoo. They had numbed my leg, which was decent of them, but it was still uncomfortable. The nurse cheered me up by saying that it would be like that for a month. Not to worry, after that my leg will be in a cast for at least another month. Oh joy.
The cool people in hospital have wheeled a television into my room, as a bonus it has Sky. More flowers have arrived, more cards wishing me a speedy recovery - not a good thing to say when you were hit by a guy who was speeding. The police have just left, they wanted a statement, I said that I had been hit by a car, simple as that. They know who did it but he has left town.
I am writing this because I am so bored, how many infomercials, soaps and talk shows can a person handle, not many. One of the nurses came up with the idea that I should put my story on paper, so here it is. I will write some more soon, I am getting another tonne of drugs pumped into my system and they want me asleep. Good night�
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