know, heâs still not awake, though.â
âTheyâre saying he may never walk again.â
Lynda snapped a look back to Sally. Slowly, she sat up. âWhat? Where did you hear that?â
âOn the news,â Sally said. âLast night they did a report about the crash. Apparently he has a spinal cord injury, and he lost one eye.â
Lynda brought her hands up to cover her face and sank back into her pillow. âAbby said his face was the least of his problems, but I didnât know. . . .â
âAll things considered, Lynda, heâs lucky to be alive.â
Lynda tried to take in a deep, cleansing breath and slid her hands down her face. âYeah,â she whispered. âI guess we have to look at it that way. I just donât understand.â
âUnderstand what?â
âWhy I wasnât hurt worse. My legs are fine. I only broke a couple of ribs and lost my spleen. He almost died, and it wasnât even his plane!â
âLynda, stop beating yourself up. If youâd been hurt worse, do you think it would have taken away from his injuries?â
Sally didnât understand, Lynda thought dismally. Nobody could understand.
Sally seemed at a loss for anything else that would comfort her, so she opened Lyndaâs bag. âWell, anyway, I got you everything you wanted from home. If you need me to go back, Iâll be happy to.â
âNo,â she said, without even checking the bagâs contents, âthis should be enough. Thanks, Sally.â
Sally slapped her thighs. âNo problem. Iâll get in touch with Paige as soon as I can. And you call if you need me. Everything will be back to normal in no time, okay?â
âYeah,â Lynda whispered, but as she watched Sally leave the room, she wasnât sure that normal would ever be good enough again.
J ake wished heâd stayed asleep.
And frankly, he didnât know why he hadnât. What was the use in waking up, just so he could listen to the doctor tell him again of the gash that had maimed his face and destroyed one eye? And that was just the beginning.
âTell me about my back and my legs, Doctor. Tell me why I canât move.â
Dr. Randallâa man in his mid-fifties who had more lines on his face than a street map of Tampaâleaned wearily over Jakeâs bed rail and seemed to consider his words carefully. This was going to be a tough one, Jake thought. When a doctor grew that thoughtful and hesitant about giving a prognosis, the most obvious question was, âHow soon should I buy my burial plot?â But Jake feared the news might even be worse than death.
âYou have lower lumbar compression, Jake, due to the impact of the crash, and thatâs led to a condition called spinal shock,â the doctor said carefully. âItâs caused paralysis in your legs. You can count yourself fortunate, though. If the compression had been higher, you wouldnât have use of your arms, either.â
âSo Iâm supposed to breathe a sigh of relief because Iâm a paraplegic and not a quadriplegic?â
The doctor accepted his cynicism with patience. âLet me finish, Jake. The paralysis could be temporary. You have a gash on your back, too, and a lot of swollen tissue. The steroids weâre giving you are to keep the swelling down so it wonât cause any more nerve damage. And until we get that swelling down, thereâs no way to tell how much of the damage is permanent.â
Jake fought the furious tears burning his eyes. âBottom line, Doc. Am I ever gonna walk again or not?â
Dr. Randall rubbed his eyes, leaving them red. âWe canât know that for several days. Maybe longer.â
âBut what do you think ?â
The truth seemed to take more out of the doctor than he had to give. âI donât know, Jake. Weâve been successful with a drug that we think regenerates the nerve cells, and
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