by Karen Binnie
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During the night the ward would switch to a kind of half light as if to comfort the patients which seemed a little crazy as they appeared to be in some kind of coma, but Jez had taken advantage of this time to take a sneaky look at himself without fear of being noticed.
From what he could see everything looked ok, no distinguishing marks or broken bones that could hint at what had happened to him. He was not so sure the bike crash was the cause. Strangely though he felt as if he were covered in cuts and bruises although there appeared to be no sign of this.
Each night when his angel came to visit she told him she had given him an injection in his thigh, he was not sure what the vial contained but was convinced that the other nurses or doctors knew nothing about it and this had aided his recovery.
His angel was late this evening and he wanted so desperately to ask her about his friend in the other bed, who was it? He wanted so desperately to tell her how he felt, how his body felt more alive than ever, he wanted to get up and move around but his thoughts stopped him somehow he knew he should check in with his angel first.