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I am about to wake up i hear my alarm and reach to turn it off but i can’t move i can’t even open my eyes i realize i’m paralyzed and i try in vain to scream for help but i can’t make a sound my head feels foggy and unfocused like i’m of no substance my body feels like an iron prison and my consciousness is struggling against it trying to get the two to connect and move and free me it’s as if my brain is trapped by my body i can think properly and flutter my eyelids a bit but otherwise i cannot move it terrifies me and i scream a silent mental scream no one even knows i’m screaming but me when i finish screaming i try to calm down and relax thinking that maybe my paralysis will end when my struggling does i wait consciousness still for what feels like forever i try to move again to no avail i remember in a nightmare i had when i was younger i squeezed my eyes shut and was able to wake myself up i decide to try that again i focus on my eyes squeeze them shut and open nothing again again i can’t move i squeeze my eyes shut as hard as i can and open them this time i actually wake up

I was sitting in a hospital office, unaware how I had gotten there, with my friend, Angela, beside me. On the opposite side of the desk sat a nurse who was handing us papers, and asking for our signatures. She was talking for what seemed like a very long time, but her exact words escape my memory. After signing the papers, I leaned over the desk to hand them back to the nurse, but I could not reach her. After struggling for a bit, I decided to walk around the desk, but when I tried to stand, I noticed the bottom half of my leg was completely swollen and red. I then realized Angela’s leg looked the same and that we were both in wheelchairs. The nurse came and took the papers from me and then wheeled Angela and I down a long, dark hallway that appeared to be never ending, until we turned into a different room; it was extremely cold and had two small hospital beds. Angela and I laid down, both tremendously nervous. Angela was crying, but not myself. We ended up having surgery; they amputated each of our right legs, from the knee down, and reattached them to each other. The last thing I remember before waking up is Angela and I thanking the doctors nonstop for the surgery.

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