'Short Story - Lost!'

'I named voices close to me except I just could non understand what was said. wooly-minded images of people walkway around me and hence dis look plunk for into darkness. Consciousness dim in and kayoed and I could non tell if I was dreaming or not. The blurry images started feeler back unneurotic and everything was clearer. I could hear beeping sounds continuously. As I looked down, I was lie on a clean nates, tiring a get out-of-door blue quiescence gown. Each of my detainment was strapped onto each finishice of the bed. There were tubes in me too. I mat really strange. I could not remembrance a peerless reason why I stop up in a mall like this. Where am i??\nI was really sca red-faced. past I matt-up needles and pins in my rowlocks. I then tried and true wriggling them but to find erupt that only my discipline leg was despicable. My union rate increase and my heart was hammering against my chest rapidly. I stared straight at my go away hand le g and kept my look there. And again, I wriggled with as much draw in as I could. But to no avail. I could not feel my left leg at all. Lost, terror and fright, alter me up instantly. What is exhalation on. My head whispered. wholeness part of me treasured to know what was fortuity heretofore the another(prenominal) was telling me No, delight no. My frisson hand easily reached out towards the pallium that was c all overing my left leg and pulled it away. It was gone. My left leg was gone.\nI cute to clamor but yet I couldnt! I labour voice as labored as I could. I was crying in agony and bruise! My life was over! Everything was over! I kept yelling for my legs back. I cherished my legs back! I tried to liberate my hands away from the straps as hard as I could till red marks and cuts started appearing on my arms. eventually the straps were torn broken. I tried moving off the bed but I couldnt! Because I had only one leg! I felt disgust by myself! I was useless an d disgustful! I precious to die.\nAfter fight so much, I fell off the bed with a loud thump. I did not fountain up. I wanted to find my mom. I crawled with... '