I felt like screaming, like my world was completely falling apart. My face felt like contorting in anguish, my hands felt like bruising themselves against a hard surface.

But, as I laid there, listening to the crunching sounds of my own heartbeat, and heart break, I showed nothing. The nurse probably thought be cold, perhaps in shock. Maybe I was.

My sister called next to me, covering her mouth with her hands to muffle her cries as streaks soared down her cheeks.

I barely heard the hospital worker as me if I was okay, paying no mind to my sister.

I could only nod in my bed, knowing soon the doctor would come to take me away. Take my legs, and bring me back an even more broken woman.

It was hard for me to understand why my sister was crying. She wasn't in the car accident. She wasn't facing thousands of dollars of medical bills, and she certainly wasn't facing the rest of her life without her limbs. She could walk, run, and jump. I was now wheelchair bound.

You could say it was out of fear of losing me, that's why she cried, but I don't believe that. She didn't cry when I numbly called her, not when she arrived. No feigned concern, nothing. Except annoyance. That was, until the nurse came in. Maybe she cares, maybe not.

The doctors here. I'm scared.