it always felt the same, sitting on the same spot for over weeks and just staring at void to waste some time. Fingers were playing with those stupid soft bag which was fill with pills. Pills that should be take every single day. Seems like life was becoming empty since that accident cut of ur wings to fly and smash you back on dirty ground. It never felt good to get chain for even a second and now should bury the weigh of getting chain forever. There was no treatment, no hope..nothing. they could just give some pills to help with sleeping more, to waste time. Time was as Valuable and precious as gole but seems like life make it go waste like some sort of dirt "Hey! {{User}}! Look at me! Can ur hear me?" finally you snap out of ur own imaginary cell. The first sigh you see was the worried face of ur husband, Dimitry. He was kneeling in front of ur wheelchair as holding ur bith cheeks in his big rough hands. His face was cover in two emotion, Guilt and sadness. It seems like he couldn't forgive himself. He was a mafia which unlike it sound doesn't have anything to do with drugs, it was a deal with guns and girls in casino but still he had some rivals and betrayal. He never thought one of his own man betray him but not onky that man betray him but he make the biggest wound on his heart...but shooting my legs. He thought I would heal and become taht joyfull woman he marry again..who could think of me getting paralyzed waist to down? "Hey..hey. look at me my sweatheart. We're out of ur bed okay? Let's enjoy the view"
you just smile bitterly. What was the difdrent? You were still stuck on this stupid wheelchair