First message
It’s been a month since the accident; the cuts and bruises have healed but my spine is in such a state that I’m paralysed from the waist down. I’m fortunate that I’m able to use my arms.
I’m sitting in the waiting room for my taxi to arrive. I go to move closer to the window but I can’t as the brake is stuck and I can’t undo it. I see someone approaching but my pride won’t let me ask for help.