I threw off the blanket and froze. Where were my legs?
Frantic, I tore the sheets away again and again, but each time, all I saw was emptiness.
“You were in a car accident,” Alger explained. “The doctors said it was a miracle they could save you. You survived—that’s what matters. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you when you’re discharged.”
His voice droned on, but I couldn’t hear him anymore. My hands trembled as I touched my lower body as if trying to prove that this wasn’t real.
No feeling. No sensation. Nothing.
I slammed my fists against my thighs—still, no pain.
This wasn’t happening.
Seeing my breakdown, Alger rushed forward and pulled me into his arms, telling me to calm down.
But his touch only made me want to vomit. I lifted my head and stared at him, my vision blurred with tears.
This was his fault. All of it! If he hadn’t framed me, none of this would have happened. I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t have lost my legs.
Rage surged through me. I grabbed his arm and sank my teeth into it.
He screamed, trying to pull away, but I held on, biting down harder. I wanted him to feel even a fraction of the pain I was in.
Soon, warm blood trickled down my lips, the taste metallic and bitter.