Noah helped me into the passenger seat of his Jeep.
"We're gonna be late for your appointment if we don't step on it." he announced.
I cracked a smile.
"You sound like a dad Noah." I shook my head thinking to myself how ironic that statement was, since I never really had a dad.
He smirked at me.
"Make fun of me if you want, you cant blame a guy for being punctual."
I threw my head back with laughter.
Finally we arrived at the facility in downtown San Francisco, I almost fell asleep. Traffic was rough.
My mother was busy at work and considering this was only my second appointment, I was dreading it.
The first session I had with Zayn didn't go too well at all, by the end of it I was a mess of tears.
Although I had Noah with me, and he always seemed to be my steady rock, I needed my mother just every once in a while. She was a silent comfort that couldn't be compared to anything else. I wished she could be here with me, right at that moment.
She was the first person I saw when I woke up in the hospital. I still held the memory of her blue eyes, cloudy and strained, her had firmly grasping mine.
"My poor baby." Her voice broke as she cried out.
I just knew she hadn't left my side for a moment, and I never wanted her to.
You never can really guess what its like to have life altering accident. I sure couldn't, I had never felt pain, I had never felt loneliness or despair quite like I had when I discovered what had happened to my legs.
I laughed at this belief that human's are so superior, invincible. We act like gods on this planet manipulating this and that. We created the car because we didn't want to walk anymore, a plane so we could soar like the birds. But our bodies are so fragile and our brains can only do so much to protect us from the trauma. I had little recollection of the accident. I just remember bits and blurbs of terror then I'm opening my eyes in one of those bleak hospital rooms.
White walls, white sheets, and the most melancholy art hanging on the walls. Water color paintings that were so vague you couldn't make out what the meaning behind the painting even was. I scoffed at our need to find meaning, its so pointless to wonder what its all about, life. When it can be destroyed so quickly.
"Krissy. Hey, Krissy." Noah interrupted my train of thought.
"You ok?" he chuckled lightly. He reached over from the waiting room chair and grabbed my hand. His finger slid over my skin lightly.
"Yea! I was just drifting off into space. I never got that saying, you know? 'Drifting of into space' like our mind is comparable to the vastness and emptiness of space. Space is nothing but empty. Think about it, you can never just think of nothing. There is always something going on in your head." I mused.
Noah looked at me like I was an alien form of life, or like I was one of those great philosophers like Aristotle.
"Noah!"
"Sorry, sorry, I'm just in awe. You're amazing you know that right. So smart."
I shook my head and grinned.
"Noah ur so dramatic." I nudged him in the shoulder.
"Ow! Come on, Krissy be nice." He winced, clutching his arm dramatically.
"God don't be such a baby! That didn't even hurt ! Sorry."
He laughed and shook his head throwing his arm around my shoulder.
