Ignoring the Truth
**Sarah**
Although no one had the courage, or perhaps it's more appropriate to say "integrity," to inform me about the significant probability of facing paraplegia, this concern had been lingering in my thoughts. Even though I tried to ignore it, I knew it wasn't normal to feel nothing and be unable to move my legs when the rest of my body was functioning fine. However, accepting this reality and confronting the inevitable conclusion was no simple task. I had also chosen to deceive myself, preferring to believe in the inappropriate actions of those around me. But after the conversation with Lorenzo, I could no longer delay accepting the truth.
I needed to accept that this was happening and learn to deal with all the difficulties that people in the same situation of paraplegia face, something I likely developed due to the accident.
"It's still not definitive, Sarah," Maira repeated her motivational speech. "The final diagnosis hasn't been given yet, and the doctor said we'll only know for sure when you start the recovery therapies he'll recommend."
I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying because I didn't care about her words. Maira noticed this and seemed sad about the situation. However, her sadness didn't affect me either. No one seemed to care about my sadness.
My mind was fixated on one thing: Kael Graham, the sole responsible for all of this.
"I didn't like hearing from the nurse that your brother is always around in my room," I finally spoke up, looking at Maira, who appeared concerned. "I want to talk to him."
"Now?" she asked, worried.
"Yes. He must be in the hallways," I said indifferently, gesturing toward the area outside the room.
"I'll call him," Maira rushed out to make the call.
I planned to finally let out everything that had been stuck in my throat, to expel it from my life once and for all. Everything I had gone through was exclusively caused by him, and now I intended to confront him directly, to make him feel the weight of the guilt for my current condition.
Taking advantage of Maira's absence, I reached for the cell phone she had left a few inches from the bedside, hoping I could use it to distract myself. I had feigned disinterest in the internet, but now the device caught my attention. My mobility was limited since I couldn't move my legs, but with effort, I managed to grab the cell phone. I accessed social media, eager to see what everyone was sharing while I was confined to the hospital bed.
First, I searched for my twin sister, and what I found didn't surprise me. Rachel was sharing several photos in Monaco, surrounded by rich and famous people, clearly having a great time. It was further proof that she didn't care in the slightest about me.
Next, I visited Kael's profile. He hadn't made any recent posts on his social media; all his publications were from before the day of the accident. So, I decided to check Ryan's profile, another false friend pretending to be supportive who had known about our sibling relationship all along.
Despite knowing us so well, Ryan had also been deceived by my twin sister's lies, just like Kael. I saw that he was still in a relationship with Madison, and they appeared to be happy. However, some posts conveyed sadness and hopelessness, as if he were going through difficult times. However, I didn't let myself be fooled; he was likely keeping up this charade.
On Hillary's social network, every day she would start with messages of hope and prayers, wishing for my recovery. She had also sent me numerous messages, apologizing and wishing me well, but I had only viewed them and not responded. At that moment, I wasn't in the mood for that kind of interaction.
As for Enrico's profile, he didn't usually handle social media directly. A specialized team took care of that, as he didn't like that kind of virtual interaction and rarely gave instructions on what should be posted or not. I wasn't going to waste time investigating his profile.
I leave my phone in the same place as before upon hearing a light knock on the door, which opens with the entrance of the nurse.
"Hello, Miss Mitchell," she greets, cheerfully. "How are you feeling today?"
"Fine," I respond without enthusiasm.
The nurse who entered was Gertrude, a young woman full of energy who likes to strike up conversations, especially with Maira, as I didn't have the energy for it, especially with a stranger.
However, the morning before, Gertrude had mentioned to Maira how she felt sorry for the man who always watched her sadly in the hallways, waiting to visit me, although he had never done so.
Maira seemed embarrassed by the nurse's intrusive comment, but in a way, Gertrude reminded me of who I used to be, the Sarah from before, always naive and kind to everyone. Maira explained, embarrassed, "He knows he can't come in."
"He's not welcome here," I added, making it clear.
Gertrudes gave me a sympathetic look that I hated, though I pretended not to care. She left after administering my medication, and both my sister and I avoided talking about the subject.
However, I decided that I would talk to him today and reveal everything that was going through my mind.
"I hope you're willing to receive that young man today; he was crying in the hallways yesterday," the chatterbox revealed this time, perhaps taking advantage of Maira's absence.
"Crying? Kael Graham isn't the type to cry. It must be a mistake."
"Yes," she confirmed. "He was talking to Miss Sanders, and she was trying to console him."
"Are you sure you saw it correctly? Are you sure it was him, the same as the other times?" I asked insistently.
"Yes, I'm sure. Since Miss was injured, he's hardly left the hospital."
Before I could respond to this surprising information, someone knocked on the door again, and Maira opened it, standing at the entrance and looking between the nurse and me.
"I think it's better to wait until the end of the medication," she appears indecisive and nervous.
"I've already finished with the medication," Gertrude informs her, seemingly not understanding the reason behind the hesitation.
The nurse hurriedly exits the room, and my heart, which is already almost pounding out of my chest, almost stops when Kael finally enters the room. Or would it be more accurate to say it's the shadow of the person I once knew as Kael?
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