Mathilda
I'm still the way I am. With no clue of who I was before, or what even happened that had me in this position. This big room where I am feels like depression itself, even though I'm paralyzed and I cannot go out all by myself. The pain I'm suffering from is so unbearable that I am starting to wonder if people with broken limbs suffer this much, or if it's just me alone. But the good thing is that I am beginning to feel my limbs, they aren't numb anymore even though everything still hurts as hell.
It feels horrible that I can stand or walk by myself, just like the way everyone does, because I am paralyzed.
Doctor Robin comes to change my bandages most times, and despite the fact that I have told him countless times that the cast on my neck is sustaining more pains, he has refused to take it off.
So I stay in bed although James brings in liquid food for me to eat. And carries me into the toilet so I can urinate or take care of business.
