After the accident you had spent days in the hospital recovering. You didn’t really remember what happened. One second you were fine, the next, you were waking up in a hospital bed.
The doctors say you suffered a traumatic brain injury. However thanks to a foreign donor they were able to replace the damaged parts and save your life.
They never said anything about the donor, just that they were a female from another country. Your parents were really concerned about side effects but the doctors said this was the only way to save you. They asked us to continue to monitor things after I go home.
Once I was able to move again my parents booked us a plane ticket home. I couldn’t wait, I had enough of hospital food and I desperately wanted to just relax, play some video games and forget about this whole trip.
Finally the day came and I was discharged with my family. We immediately went to the airport and boarded our plane back to US.
When the plane took off I distracted myself as best I could with movies. For some reason the typical action superhero movies I normally watched didn’t appeal to me. Instead I found myself watching chick flicks. Romantic comedies and reality shows about housewives.
I couldn’t explain it. These shows just seemed to interest me more.
My head was still wrapped in bandages and it was getting really hot and sweaty which made it itch. Finally I had enough and went to the bathroom to remove it.
After some trial and error and finally got the head bandages removed. To my surprise my hair was noticeably longer than I remembered. I always kept it pretty short but now it was below my ears. It also seemed lighter than usually, my normal brown hair seemed a shade or two lighter, like it was turning blonde.
I dismissed this as just part of the process. I could always change things when I got home.
Returning to my seat I finished watching my shows not really seeing just how invested I was getting into them. At one point when something funny happened I let out a small giggle in a tone that sounded rather high pitched.
By the time the plane landed and we were back home I couldn’t be more excited. I just wanted life to start getting back to normal.
My parents didn’t seem to notice or comment on my hair so I decided not to bring it up. I thought about bringing up the fact that my chest was feeling a bit swollen and tender. Right around the breast region, my nipples felt more sensitive than usual.
I didn’t want them to worry so I kept that to myself for now. It just felt nice being home again.
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