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Hope this isn't too late but if it is ill write it just for the sake of it.
Andrew Sullivan, Veteran Hero of the war, in his mind he resounded this over and over again. The boat that carried the injured marines back was not one of grief or depression but one of hope and satisfaction at what they had achieved. He took out a picture of his beloved Sarah and gazed with loving eyes while sitting recieving medical attention on his legs that he couldn't feel, still he was a marine, he'd be fine in no time.
Once back at the hospital his only thoughts remained with Sarah and there plans for the future, marriage possibly children. He had picked names already and how many he would have. Sitting on the third floor of the hospital right at the end there he was with flowers at his bedside from the nurses that came reguarly.
He felt fine now, he couldn't feel any pain anymore. This gave him a sense of relief, he now felt like he wanted to go home.Everyone there looked far worse than him, how bad could it be? he was ready to sign himself out now. Andrew was sure it was her, yes he could see her speaking with the doctor outside the ward. Smiling as wide as he could, his heart skipped at beat as she walked slowly towards him. His enthusiasm got the better of him as he shouted "Sarah!!!" she had already seen him but Andrew wanted to be sure. As she got closer in the light her expression was not as so warm as his infact Sarah looked as if Andrew was laying there dead.
Andrew sat up, being as persistant as he was he got right to the point.
"Whats Wrong?" Andrew asked as she placed her handbag in the seat at the side very carefully and slowly. Sarah had failed to answer his question as she gazed with sorrow into his disturbed eyes, he noticed tears in Sarahs face. She was trying to hide it but it was plain to see as the light from the window shone in her face.
She burst into tears as she muttered with her trembling lips the words that would change Andrews and Sarahs life.
"Andrew Your Not Going To Be Able To Walk Again"
She could see his world falling in his eyes and his mouth wouldnt seem to close as the seconds turned to minutes. He couldnt believe it, infact Andrew didnt believe it. He demanded a doctor three or four times before one came to quiet him down. "Is It True?"
"Im Afraid so, your scheduled for an amputation tomorrow were very sorry sir."
As the doctor walked away, his eyes turned to Sarah who was still in tears with he hands over her face to cover the grief. He rested his head back into the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Sarah couldnt face it anymore, she put her coat on and lifted her handbag now her face was visible the make up on her face was running. She was standing infront of Andrews bed, looking at the disbelief on his face.
She left him on that very day with the words "I cant love you anymore" as she said this she pulled a ring of her finger and placed it at the foot of his bed and walked away out of the light. All he could hear was the loud steps of her feet on the solid floor and as the sound continued it gradually faded until nothing.
He spent the whole night staring at the ceiling listening but not paying the slightest attention to the snoring in the next bed-sit.
In the morning the doctor came in the room, injected Andrew without hesitation.
The screeching of his bed arrived in the same spot as it had been for the past month. It was dark outside that was the first thing Andrew noticed when he regained conciousness. He looked down below only to see no bumps where his feet had once been in his blanket. Andrew cried and shouted for he finally had to accept the truth.
Months went by, Andrew remained in his bed refusing to speak to anyone with the same expression on his face, eating his food and drinking his water.
Until one day a notice was handed to him saying he was to be moved to a home. Andrew had lost his pride and felt like his manhood had been stripped from him. Once he could kill a man with his bare hands now he cant go to the toilet by himself which is the most humiliating thing he has ever experienced, asking someone to take him to the toilet.
He was placed in a home with similar people who couldn't care for themselves, the fact was that Andrew had given up trying to do anything for himself. In his home was a small apartment for him which contained a small room with a tv and bed and a toilet.
Andrew would get wheeled out to watch Tv in the main room with the other patients, there he would have a chance to talk a bit about what he had experienced, he was the youngest there, 17 years of age and all the other patients were over 50.
20 years and Andrew remained in that home, still depressed and in denial. He sat and wondered "Why me" as he watched a Tv show. Looking at his bedside he looked at his medals on his side board. They meant nothing now he would rather have his legs and a wife than be in a home with pieces of metal on his side board.
As time goes by Andrew still sits there wondering what could have been, he was a Hero at one point, praised by all and now he had been forgotten, just a name and a waste of space to his country, at least thats how he feels. Sitting there everyday pleading for someone to end his life.
Andrew Sullivan, Veteran Hero of the war, in his mind he resounded this over and over again. The boat that carried the injured marines back was not one of grief or depression but one of hope and satisfaction at what they had achieved. He took out a picture of his beloved Sarah and gazed with loving eyes while sitting recieving medical attention on his legs that he couldn't feel, still he was a marine, he'd be fine in no time.
Once back at the hospital his only thoughts remained with Sarah and there plans for the future, marriage possibly children. He had picked names already and how many he would have. Sitting on the third floor of the hospital right at the end there he was with flowers at his bedside from the nurses that came reguarly.
He felt fine now, he couldn't feel any pain anymore. This gave him a sense of relief, he now felt like he wanted to go home.Everyone there looked far worse than him, how bad could it be? he was ready to sign himself out now. Andrew was sure it was her, yes he could see her speaking with the doctor outside the ward. Smiling as wide as he could, his heart skipped at beat as she walked slowly towards him. His enthusiasm got the better of him as he shouted "Sarah!!!" she had already seen him but Andrew wanted to be sure. As she got closer in the light her expression was not as so warm as his infact Sarah looked as if Andrew was laying there dead.
Andrew sat up, being as persistant as he was he got right to the point.
"Whats Wrong?" Andrew asked as she placed her handbag in the seat at the side very carefully and slowly. Sarah had failed to answer his question as she gazed with sorrow into his disturbed eyes, he noticed tears in Sarahs face. She was trying to hide it but it was plain to see as the light from the window shone in her face.
She burst into tears as she muttered with her trembling lips the words that would change Andrews and Sarahs life.
"Andrew Your Not Going To Be Able To Walk Again"
She could see his world falling in his eyes and his mouth wouldnt seem to close as the seconds turned to minutes. He couldnt believe it, infact Andrew didnt believe it. He demanded a doctor three or four times before one came to quiet him down. "Is It True?"
"Im Afraid so, your scheduled for an amputation tomorrow were very sorry sir."
As the doctor walked away, his eyes turned to Sarah who was still in tears with he hands over her face to cover the grief. He rested his head back into the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Sarah couldnt face it anymore, she put her coat on and lifted her handbag now her face was visible the make up on her face was running. She was standing infront of Andrews bed, looking at the disbelief on his face.
She left him on that very day with the words "I cant love you anymore" as she said this she pulled a ring of her finger and placed it at the foot of his bed and walked away out of the light. All he could hear was the loud steps of her feet on the solid floor and as the sound continued it gradually faded until nothing.
He spent the whole night staring at the ceiling listening but not paying the slightest attention to the snoring in the next bed-sit.
In the morning the doctor came in the room, injected Andrew without hesitation.
The screeching of his bed arrived in the same spot as it had been for the past month. It was dark outside that was the first thing Andrew noticed when he regained conciousness. He looked down below only to see no bumps where his feet had once been in his blanket. Andrew cried and shouted for he finally had to accept the truth.
Months went by, Andrew remained in his bed refusing to speak to anyone with the same expression on his face, eating his food and drinking his water.
Until one day a notice was handed to him saying he was to be moved to a home. Andrew had lost his pride and felt like his manhood had been stripped from him. Once he could kill a man with his bare hands now he cant go to the toilet by himself which is the most humiliating thing he has ever experienced, asking someone to take him to the toilet.
He was placed in a home with similar people who couldn't care for themselves, the fact was that Andrew had given up trying to do anything for himself. In his home was a small apartment for him which contained a small room with a tv and bed and a toilet.
Andrew would get wheeled out to watch Tv in the main room with the other patients, there he would have a chance to talk a bit about what he had experienced, he was the youngest there, 17 years of age and all the other patients were over 50.
20 years and Andrew remained in that home, still depressed and in denial. He sat and wondered "Why me" as he watched a Tv show. Looking at his bedside he looked at his medals on his side board. They meant nothing now he would rather have his legs and a wife than be in a home with pieces of metal on his side board.
As time goes by Andrew still sits there wondering what could have been, he was a Hero at one point, praised by all and now he had been forgotten, just a name and a waste of space to his country, at least thats how he feels. Sitting there everyday pleading for someone to end his life.
Hope this isn't too late but if it is ill write it just for the sake of it.
Andrew Sullivan, Veteran Hero of the war, in his mind he resounded this over and over again. The boat that carried the injured marines back was not one of grief or depression but one of hope and satisfaction at what they had achieved. He took out a picture of his beloved Sarah and gazed with loving eyes while sitting recieving medical attention on his legs that he couldn't feel, still he was a marine, he'd be fine in no time.
Once back at the hospital his only thoughts remained with Sarah and there plans for the future, marriage possibly children. He had picked names already and how many he would have. Sitting on the third floor of the hospital right at the end there he was with flowers at his bedside from the nurses that came reguarly.
He felt fine now, he couldn't feel any pain anymore. This gave him a sense of relief, he now felt like he wanted to go home.Everyone there looked far worse than him, how bad could it be? he was ready to sign himself out now. Andrew was sure it was her, yes he could see her speaking with the doctor outside the ward. Smiling as wide as he could, his heart skipped at beat as she walked slowly towards him. His enthusiasm got the better of him as he shouted "Sarah!!!" she had already seen him but Andrew wanted to be sure. As she got closer in the light her expression was not as so warm as his infact Sarah looked as if Andrew was laying there dead.
Andrew sat up, being as persistant as he was he got right to the point.
"Whats Wrong?" Andrew asked as she placed her handbag in the seat at the side very carefully and slowly. Sarah had failed to answer his question as she gazed with sorrow into his disturbed eyes, he noticed tears in Sarahs face. She was trying to hide it but it was plain to see as the light from the window shone in her face.
She burst into tears as she muttered with her trembling lips the words that would change Andrews and Sarahs life.
"Andrew Your Not Going To Be Able To Walk Again"
She could see his world falling in his eyes and his mouth wouldnt seem to close as the seconds turned to minutes. He couldnt believe it, infact Andrew didnt believe it. He demanded a doctor three or four times before one came to quiet him down. "Is It True?"
"Im Afraid so, your scheduled for an amputation tomorrow were very sorry sir."
As the doctor walked away, his eyes turned to Sarah who was still in tears with he hands over her face to cover the grief. He rested his head back into the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Sarah couldnt face it anymore, she put her coat on and lifted her handbag now her face was visible the make up on her face was running. She was standing infront of Andrews bed, looking at the disbelief on his face.
She left him on that very day with the words "I cant love you anymore" as she said this she pulled a ring of her finger and placed it at the foot of his bed and walked away out of the light. All he could hear was the loud steps of her feet on the solid floor and as the sound continued it gradually faded until nothing.
He spent the whole night staring at the ceiling listening but not paying the slightest attention to the snoring in the next bed-sit.
In the morning the doctor came in the room, injected Andrew without hesitation.
The screeching of his bed arrived in the same spot as it had been for the past month. It was dark outside that was the first thing Andrew noticed when he regained conciousness. He looked down below only to see no bumps where his feet had once been in his blanket. Andrew cried and shouted for he finally had to accept the truth.
Months went by, Andrew remained in his bed refusing to speak to anyone with the same expression on his face, eating his food and drinking his water.
Until one day a notice was handed to him saying he was to be moved to a home. Andrew had lost his pride and felt like his manhood had been stripped from him. Once he could kill a man with his bare hands now he cant go to the toilet by himself which is the most humiliating thing he has ever experienced, asking someone to take him to the toilet.
He was placed in a home with similar people who couldn't care for themselves, the fact was that Andrew had given up trying to do anything for himself. In his home was a small apartment for him which contained a small room with a tv and bed and a toilet.
Andrew would get wheeled out to watch Tv in the main room with the other patients, there he would have a chance to talk a bit about what he had experienced, he was the youngest there, 17 years of age and all the other patients were over 50.
20 years and Andrew remained in that home, still depressed and in denial. He sat and wondered "Why me" as he watched a Tv show. Looking at his bedside he looked at his medals on his side board. They meant nothing now he would rather have his legs and a wife than be in a home with pieces of metal on his side board.
As time goes by Andrew still sits there wondering what could have been, he was a Hero at one point, praised by all and now he had been forgotten, just a name and a waste of space to his country, at least thats how he feels. Sitting there everyday pleading for someone to end his life.
Andrew Sullivan, Veteran Hero of the war, in his mind he resounded this over and over again. The boat that carried the injured marines back was not one of grief or depression but one of hope and satisfaction at what they had achieved. He took out a picture of his beloved Sarah and gazed with loving eyes while sitting recieving medical attention on his legs that he couldn't feel, still he was a marine, he'd be fine in no time.
Once back at the hospital his only thoughts remained with Sarah and there plans for the future, marriage possibly children. He had picked names already and how many he would have. Sitting on the third floor of the hospital right at the end there he was with flowers at his bedside from the nurses that came reguarly.
He felt fine now, he couldn't feel any pain anymore. This gave him a sense of relief, he now felt like he wanted to go home.Everyone there looked far worse than him, how bad could it be? he was ready to sign himself out now. Andrew was sure it was her, yes he could see her speaking with the doctor outside the ward. Smiling as wide as he could, his heart skipped at beat as she walked slowly towards him. His enthusiasm got the better of him as he shouted "Sarah!!!" she had already seen him but Andrew wanted to be sure. As she got closer in the light her expression was not as so warm as his infact Sarah looked as if Andrew was laying there dead.
Andrew sat up, being as persistant as he was he got right to the point.
"Whats Wrong?" Andrew asked as she placed her handbag in the seat at the side very carefully and slowly. Sarah had failed to answer his question as she gazed with sorrow into his disturbed eyes, he noticed tears in Sarahs face. She was trying to hide it but it was plain to see as the light from the window shone in her face.
She burst into tears as she muttered with her trembling lips the words that would change Andrews and Sarahs life.
"Andrew Your Not Going To Be Able To Walk Again"
She could see his world falling in his eyes and his mouth wouldnt seem to close as the seconds turned to minutes. He couldnt believe it, infact Andrew didnt believe it. He demanded a doctor three or four times before one came to quiet him down. "Is It True?"
"Im Afraid so, your scheduled for an amputation tomorrow were very sorry sir."
As the doctor walked away, his eyes turned to Sarah who was still in tears with he hands over her face to cover the grief. He rested his head back into the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Sarah couldnt face it anymore, she put her coat on and lifted her handbag now her face was visible the make up on her face was running. She was standing infront of Andrews bed, looking at the disbelief on his face.
She left him on that very day with the words "I cant love you anymore" as she said this she pulled a ring of her finger and placed it at the foot of his bed and walked away out of the light. All he could hear was the loud steps of her feet on the solid floor and as the sound continued it gradually faded until nothing.
He spent the whole night staring at the ceiling listening but not paying the slightest attention to the snoring in the next bed-sit.
In the morning the doctor came in the room, injected Andrew without hesitation.
The screeching of his bed arrived in the same spot as it had been for the past month. It was dark outside that was the first thing Andrew noticed when he regained conciousness. He looked down below only to see no bumps where his feet had once been in his blanket. Andrew cried and shouted for he finally had to accept the truth.
Months went by, Andrew remained in his bed refusing to speak to anyone with the same expression on his face, eating his food and drinking his water.
Until one day a notice was handed to him saying he was to be moved to a home. Andrew had lost his pride and felt like his manhood had been stripped from him. Once he could kill a man with his bare hands now he cant go to the toilet by himself which is the most humiliating thing he has ever experienced, asking someone to take him to the toilet.
He was placed in a home with similar people who couldn't care for themselves, the fact was that Andrew had given up trying to do anything for himself. In his home was a small apartment for him which contained a small room with a tv and bed and a toilet.
Andrew would get wheeled out to watch Tv in the main room with the other patients, there he would have a chance to talk a bit about what he had experienced, he was the youngest there, 17 years of age and all the other patients were over 50.
20 years and Andrew remained in that home, still depressed and in denial. He sat and wondered "Why me" as he watched a Tv show. Looking at his bedside he looked at his medals on his side board. They meant nothing now he would rather have his legs and a wife than be in a home with pieces of metal on his side board.
As time goes by Andrew still sits there wondering what could have been, he was a Hero at one point, praised by all and now he had been forgotten, just a name and a waste of space to his country, at least thats how he feels. Sitting there everyday pleading for someone to end his life.
Very emotional. It almost lost it a bit near the end, but that last paragraph regained the composure of the story.