That was fun, V, thanks for posting!
OK OK, you got me to dig through some of my high school writing and I found some awful story I wrote. It's really bad and cheesy. I wrote this before I even know I was a dev, believe it or not. I'll just post one quick scene.
Anyway, background is that this guy Ethan was just in an accident. That's pretty much it:
When Ethan awoke, he knew something was wrong. He stared up at the ceiling and tried to figure out where he was. Then he saw the tubing sticking out of his arm and his stomach sank. He heard crying that sounded far away.
“Ethan!” It was his mother. She reached over and hugged his neck and he heard his father saying, “Ruth! Don’t smother the boy!”
He tried to sit up, but his father pushed gently on his shoulder. “Just rest,” he advised. “I’ll work the bed.”
There was a whirring noise and the bed shifted to an upright position. Ethan saw his parents sitting beside his bed expectantly. His father was wearing a skullcap, which struck him as odd, since they were not a religious family.
“How long was I out?” he asked.
“Several hours,” his father said. “You had quite a blow in the head. Do you remember what happened?”
Ethan nodded and his head ached, “Some car ran me down.”
Silence filled the room. Oh god. Something was wrong. His body felt strange. This was something he had never experienced before. He wished someone would tell him what was going on. “Mom?” he whispered.
His mother burst into tears. She seized his hand and clutched it hard enough for him to feel pain. He wasn’t feeling a lot of pain. Why was that? He was in a serious accident. He should be hurting like crazy by now. He turned to his father. “What happened to me?”
His father looked away. Ethan could see his hands were shaking badly. “I guess you should know, Ethan,” he said. “You were hurt very badly.”
“I know that.” Suddenly, he didn’t need his father to tell him anything. He knew. He knew exactly what happened.
“Ethan… your spine was… crushed. They couldn’t fix it. They put metal rods in there and all, but… they couldn’t fix it.”
“I’m paralyzed,” he said softly. His mother began sobbing even loudly. “I’m fucking paralyzed, aren’t I?”
“From the mid-chest down,” his father said, as if he needed to be told. “But don’t worry, son. We’ll get therapists and…”
Dr. Miller came in at that moment. He smiled gently when he saw Ethan. Ethan did not smile back. “So we’re awake, are we?”
“I want to talk to you,” Ethan said slowly. He glanced at his parents. “Alone.”
Miller herded the reluctant Kleins out of the room and faced Ethan. “What is it?” Miller asked.
“Tell me,” Ethan said. “Tell me everything. I… I need to know. Please. I can handle it. I just… don’t want to be lied to. Am I ever going to be able to walk again?”
“Well,” Miller hesitated. “With heavy therapy, the chance is minimal.”
“Minimal?”
“There’s no chance.”
“I see.”