AND EVERYTHING SLOWS DOWN, I WAS WISHING I COULD GET OUT OF THIS TOWN. "I'm gonna get you out of here." I giggled. "Yeah, ok, Josh. I'm already leaving." "Oh." His hopes to impress me sank. It was at that moment my mother walked in. "Alright, we can leave now. Let's get you in this," she grunted, "...wheelchair," she exhaled while helping me into the metallic chair. "Thanks." I inhaled. The docotor looked satisfied. He granted my mother the pills and liquids for medication on my "road to recovery," as he loved to put it. He turned to me and smiled sweetly. "And don't worry," he pinched my chin, "the paralyzation is only temparary. Two more weeks and you'll KICK," he emphasized "it away!" For some reason, I believed nothing he said.