Chapter 12: Too Sad To Be True

I was lying on the same examining table as before. Dr. Campbell had just finished the cast. My toes were sticking out funnily. Even this sight could not drive my despondency away. The cast reached all the way up to my hip. My knee was bent at almost 90-degree angle. Hairline fracture. It was at the same place where I had broken my leg three months ago. That's what the doctor said. The bump against the wall had caused it. If it is just a hairline fracture, why is the cast so big? Dr. Campbell didn't explain that. Was he trying to punish me? As he saw the X- rays he frowned and said that I should have been more careful. How could I be more careful? I was attacked. My left wrist was broken too. White plaster covered it, going all the way up to my elbow. I could move my thumb and fingers quite freely. As the casts dried, I was placed on a wheelchair. A nurse put my casted leg on the footrest. Then, she wheeled me out of the examining room. I had the feeling that the wheelchair made my injuries look more serious than they really were. I felt uncomfortable with that, because the people were looking with compassion at me.