#yoifanic

Chapter 3- Oww

Months. It took months for me to feel normal with only one leg.

After being released from the hospital I was bed ridden for three weeks before I could even begin to try walking with crutches. It took even longer for physical therapy to start getting better but when it came time for my prosthetic to be used I was terrified. I had asked the doctors if they could design a leg that would be able to withstand ice skating since I was dead set on not giving up. It took four months to get the leg and another five months to actually walk normal.

Skating was the last thing I tried to do. I was too scared that the leg wouldn’t hold up or that it would break during a landing. I didn’t want to fall again so I took it slow.

The moment I stepped on the ice I know I would be ok.

I skated very simple sequences to get the hang of things again. It seemed that all of my frustrations melted away when I skated. It was as if nothing had changed.

But all that glitters is not gold. The leg would one day fail me but I didn’t expect it when it did.

Chapter two- Crushed

I woke up to a persistent beeping sound and a dull pain going through my body. As I slowly opened my eyes I saw a white ceiling. Setting up took a bit of effort but when I could finally see around the room I realized where I was.

Hospital? Why? What happened? Slowly my memory filled in the pieces. Van. Flying. Pain. Black.

I got hit by a van. As I sat there processing what happened a man in a white coat came in. “Hello Yuri! It’s great to see you awake. I’m your doctor. Dr.Asao Hirano but you can call me Asao. Now tell me how you feel. Any pain?” The man said with a small smile.

The man, Asao, was about five nine with light brown hair which went well with his pale green eyes.

I shook my head no to his question before asking what happened. “You where hit by a van and hit your head. You lost a lot of blood and...”

He stoped. It was almost like he didn’t know what to say.

With tears in his eyes he looked up and took a deep breath before continuing. “We also had to amputate your leg. There was nothing more we could do to try and save it. I’m so sorry. “

He continued to say something about how I could do therapy and get an artificial leg but I wasn’t really listening. How can it just be gone? It’s my leg! I need it for skating! This can’t be happening!!

I tuned out the rest of what the doctor was saying and fell asleep hoping it was all a dream and that when I woke up I would be fine.

That didn’t happen.

Instead I woke up to the harsh reality of not having a leg. I cried on my mothers shoulder when she came. Her soothing voice and touch made my heart hurt less. But it still hurt.

If I wouldn’t have stopped or moved faster I wouldn’t be here right now. I can only blame myself now. It was no one else’s fault but my own.

To be continued...