One Sunday morning, I woke up in a hospital bed without any knowledge of why I was lying there. As soon as my sight cleared up, I learned that my left leg and right arm were swathed in braces and bandages. I couldn’t move my entire body. My head was spinning and throbbing. Tears started to well up in my eyes as I was trying to process everything, as if my sense of reality was obscured.
Moments after, my sister narrated that I was involved in a vehicular accident en route to my master’s class. She said a huge delivery truck hit the multicab I rode. I suffered short-term memory loss while sustaining femoral dislocation and wrist injury that necessitated an operation. Later, I was in…
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