Chapter 2: The Hospital
Sunday, June 10, 2007
He dreamed. His dream twisted and turned this way and that in dizziness. Someone walking up screeching, a dark ambulance, the white hospital. His dream was weird, it seemed to be mixed up, nothing seemed right.
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Slowly Jeremy awoke out of dream world. The only sound that he could make out was the faint blip...blip...blip of a heart monitor.
I must be in a hosptal, he thought.
Slowly his senses returned to him.
I still can't see, he noticed. They must have something over my eyes.
He pulled his hands up to his eyes to see how the doctors had wrapped them. But, to his astonishment, there was nothing covering them. He blinked. He checked to make sure his eyes were open accidentally jamming his eye with he finger.
What happened to me?
"Nurse," he bellowed. No one came for ten minutes...twenty minutes...an hour.
Finally, after what seemed like a millenia, the door clicked.
"Hello," Jeremy called.
A gruff, rugged voice returned, "Hello."
"Who are you, and why can't I see!" he almost screamed.
"Well, the first question I can answer quite easily, the second one is quite a bit more complicated," the voice answered. "I am Dr. Stevenson. Now, the second question."
He paused, Jeremy could here the doctors ragged breathing. It was not comforting.
"You vision," he began, "is lost."
"What do you mean lost?" Jeremy exclaimed.
"Lost as in, is no more. You were riding your bike, and had a stroke," the doctor stated.
"What, I am only twenty-six. There is no way that I could have had a stroke," he said.
"Well, tell that to you body. You had a stroke, no doubt about it. Thankful, you brain didn't suffer any damage. Unfortunately, you eyes weren't so lucky."
Jeremy's would began to spin. After that he retained almost nothing that the doctor said.
I can't see!
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