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So, I’m on my own now. T-L-D-R is, I got cancer in my tongue, had to have the whole thing taken out, surgery messed up, got a nasty blood infection, lost all my teeth, lost both my arms, lost both my feet. Then I lost my parents, which… thanks dad. I guess having your only child turn into an invalid was too much for him. He was always a mean abusive asshole, but… yeah. Anyway, when I woke up I found out I’d missed my 18th birthday, my mom was dead, my dad was in prison, I couldn’t talk (but I knew that part was coming), and I couldn’t walk or pick anything up or do anything for myself ever again. Fuck. That. I had the nurses call the whole cheerleading squad as soon as I could get a pencil in my mouth. The whole team was so incredibly supportive, I couldn’t stop crying. Everyone wanted to help take care of me, but I just couldn’t handle it. So I told the nurses that I refused in-home care or “assisted living” or whatever the shit they want to call it. Had to sign So. Many.

“What…” Audrey licked her dry chapped lips as she scanned her surroundings. The neutral colors, the smell of antiseptic, the beeping machines... “What happened? Why am I in the hospital?” Chase combed his fingers through her platinum blonde waves, lightly scratching in the way he knew she loved. “Don’t worry, babe. Everything’s fine. Better than fine; you’re perfect.” “Perfect? But then… why am I here?” He wasn’t making any sense. “Did I have an accident?” Maybe she’d fallen and bumped her head. The last thing she remembered was going to bed, it’s possible she could have rolled off… “No, nothing like that. You’re still healing from your surgery.” “Surg—Chase… my surgery was eighteen months ago. I’ve been healed for a long time.” “Not that one. I brought you in for another.” Audrey’s hazel eyes widened in alarm. What did he mean another? She tried to look down at herself but was met with resistance. Her head wouldn’t budge. “What. Did you. Do?” She grit out through clenched teeth.

This is just a little something I came up with on the spur of the moment last night. It is set in my 'Price Of A Wish' storyverse. You can find more of my stories over on my Blogspot website here: https://abbacor.blogspot.com/ I Was A Scoliosis Cast Model A Price Of A Wish Story I needed extra credit to keep my grade point average up to the level my parents expected. There were a couple of subjects that I do not do so well on, but I only needed to take as a basic course requirement for collage. As far as I was concerned I would never need them once I got out into the ‘real world’. Thankfully the school I was attending at the time did not care where the points came from, or if they were in any way related to your major or not. In that way I had been volunteering each year with a professor who was teaching a course I never studied under. He needed a model to use and I fit the requirements he was looking for. I’ve never been big or well filled out, remaining short and thin all my

So, I’m on my own now. T-L-D-R is, I got cancer in my tongue, had to have the whole thing taken out, surgery messed up, got a nasty blood infection, lost all my teeth, lost both my arms, lost both my feet. Then I lost my parents, which… thanks dad. I guess having your only child turn into an invalid was too much for him. He was always a mean abusive asshole, but… yeah. Anyway, when I woke up I found out I’d missed my 18th birthday, my mom was dead, my dad was in prison, I couldn’t talk (but I knew that part was coming), and I couldn’t walk or pick anything up or do anything for myself ever again. Fuck. That. I had the nurses call the whole cheerleading squad as soon as I could get a pencil in my mouth. The whole team was so incredibly supportive, I couldn’t stop crying. Everyone wanted to help take care of me, but I just couldn’t handle it. So I told the nurses that I refused in-home care or “assisted living” or whatever the shit they want to call it. Had to sign So. Many.

So, I’m on my own now. T-L-D-R is, I got cancer in my tongue, had to have the whole thing taken out, surgery messed up, got a nasty blood infection, lost all my teeth, lost both my arms, lost both my feet. Then I lost my parents, which… thanks dad. I guess having your only child turn into an invalid was too much for him. He was always a mean abusive asshole, but… yeah. Anyway, when I woke up I found out I’d missed my 18th birthday, my mom was dead, my dad was in prison, I couldn’t talk (but I knew that part was coming), and I couldn’t walk or pick anything up or do anything for myself ever again. Fuck. That. I had the nurses call the whole cheerleading squad as soon as I could get a pencil in my mouth. The whole team was so incredibly supportive, I couldn’t stop crying. Everyone wanted to help take care of me, but I just couldn’t handle it. So I told the nurses that I refused in-home care or “assisted living” or whatever the shit they want to call it. Had to sign So. Many.

So, I’m on my own now. T-L-D-R is, I got cancer in my tongue, had to have the whole thing taken out, surgery messed up, got a nasty blood infection, lost all my teeth, lost both my arms, lost both my feet. Then I lost my parents, which… thanks dad. I guess having your only child turn into an invalid was too much for him. He was always a mean abusive asshole, but… yeah. Anyway, when I woke up I found out I’d missed my 18th birthday, my mom was dead, my dad was in prison, I couldn’t talk (but I knew that part was coming), and I couldn’t walk or pick anything up or do anything for myself ever again. Fuck. That. I had the nurses call the whole cheerleading squad as soon as I could get a pencil in my mouth. The whole team was so incredibly supportive, I couldn’t stop crying. Everyone wanted to help take care of me, but I just couldn’t handle it. So I told the nurses that I refused in-home care or “assisted living” or whatever the shit they want to call it. Had to sign So. Many.

So, I’m on my own now. T-L-D-R is, I got cancer in my tongue, had to have the whole thing taken out, surgery messed up, got a nasty blood infection, lost all my teeth, lost both my arms, lost both my feet. Then I lost my parents, which… thanks dad. I guess having your only child turn into an invalid was too much for him. He was always a mean abusive asshole, but… yeah. Anyway, when I woke up I found out I’d missed my 18th birthday, my mom was dead, my dad was in prison, I couldn’t talk (but I knew that part was coming), and I couldn’t walk or pick anything up or do anything for myself ever again. Fuck. That. I had the nurses call the whole cheerleading squad as soon as I could get a pencil in my mouth. The whole team was so incredibly supportive, I couldn’t stop crying. Everyone wanted to help take care of me, but I just couldn’t handle it. So I told the nurses that I refused in-home care or “assisted living” or whatever the shit they want to call it. Had to sign So. Many.

So, I’m on my own now. T-L-D-R is, I got cancer in my tongue, had to have the whole thing taken out, surgery messed up, got a nasty blood infection, lost all my teeth, lost both my arms, lost both my feet. Then I lost my parents, which… thanks dad. I guess having your only child turn into an invalid was too much for him. He was always a mean abusive asshole, but… yeah. Anyway, when I woke up I found out I’d missed my 18th birthday, my mom was dead, my dad was in prison, I couldn’t talk (but I knew that part was coming), and I couldn’t walk or pick anything up or do anything for myself ever again. Fuck. That. I had the nurses call the whole cheerleading squad as soon as I could get a pencil in my mouth. The whole team was so incredibly supportive, I couldn’t stop crying. Everyone wanted to help take care of me, but I just couldn’t handle it. So I told the nurses that I refused in-home care or “assisted living” or whatever the shit they want to call it. Had to sign So. Many.