Story 7

After a while the doctors finally seemed to get bored with me. It was evident I wasn’t going to die any second and although my brain had been ‘severely damaged’ I seemed to be healing up all right. But nothing the doctors could do could explain why my vision held the aura of a dream, why my dreams where so disturbed, and why my eyes where gradually growing paler. My once brown eyes where fading and turning slightly greyer.
But I was alive. Alive and getting better. I could almost walk, and my ribs where healing extremely fast. Amazing said the doctors, a miracle said my mum, annoying and down right boring, said I. As much as I revelled in the no-school schedule I was getting just a bit bored of sitting in bed all day. The highlight of my life was trying to walk; my left leg had also healed at an ‘extraordinary’ rate, which had delighted the doctors, who thought I must be some sort of superhuman. Which I’m not. I’m just plain old me, as they soon discovered.
So anyway back to me trying, rather pathetically, to walk. I grabbed the rail on the bed I lay on and heaved myself up. Since my ribs no longer where a problem and so I was free to move around as much as I liked. I then planted my feet, rather awkwardly on the floor and looked around the room. I’d never get used to the bright new colours I could see. I could sit and marvel at them for hours; which I often did for lack of anything better to do.
I then pushed my self upright, forcing my weight onto my legs. I hissed through my teeth as my legs buckled and I fell to the floor, my, good un- pain-killered, knee quickly bruising on the solid floor. I pulled it up to my chest and gazed angrily at the bright purple that spread to cover my knee. I glared at it, it looked so ugly, anyway weren’t bruises meant to appear gradually as opposed to instantly? Oh well.
My attempt to walk thwarted I struggled back into the bed and sighed. Colour spotting it was then.

I'll right more ASAP

Yours Forever
-Sky

Story6 is it? 7? :S

That night my dreams where bright and confusing, colours whirled by me and I couldn’t make out anything. Then I dreamed of the crash, the bus drivers face glaring at me furiously… his finger pointing at me in a condemning manner. I woke up screaming. The doctors where at my side in a second asking what was wrong.
I simply bit my lip and answered “Nothing just a bad dream…” I shivered and tried to go back to sleep, but it was a restless and uneasy sleep. When I finally woke in the morning I was tired and grumpy. The pain killers where wearing off and my legs stung. When they finally returned they gave me some more painkillers.
And so the routine for the next weeks of my life was set.
Eat, sleep, wake up screaming, sleep, wake up tired, eat, get medicine, sleep.

Yours Forever
-Sky