“Yo! You survived a plane crash?”
“I did?”
“Yeah man you’ve been out in some sort of a coma for 5 days.”
“Is Cal ok?”
“Yeah he made it. Lost a lotta blood though, and a few fingers.”
“Can…I…uh talk to him.”
“I don’t know if that is such a good idea, Brad. I don’t want you to hurt him.”
“Why would I do that?! C’mon let me see him!”
“Ok, ok, I’ll get a nurse over here with a wheelchair.”
“I don’t need no wheelchair man! I’ll be just fine!” Before he could muster out a disapproving scoff I hoisted myself to the edge of my bed and shifted my weight forward, plunging down to the floor.
“What the hell just happened?”
“Brad, you um, you lost your legs man.”