Smashed into a box

The scientific community call them anomalies that occur in space. Some scientists sometimes call it outer space when the physics just won't make sense until a bright spark ays, "Maybe it's collapsed black hole". On Earth, an anomaly is known as a paradox.

Finally, the busy assistant nurse approached Craig, who was in the hospital bed or something similar. Things seemed very surreal to him, is this reality or what? There was a strange smell in Crag's nose, though how was that true? He was wearing an oxygen mask. The nurse that stood next to Craig said, "Hello, Mr ? You are in an intensive care unit in a hospital. Do you understand Mr? He understood her perfectly; the nurse muttered "No" to herself, "he's only semi-conscious" "Yes! I can what are you talking about" At that moment Craig started laughing uncontrollably; why did I do saying that for, he thought.

He searched with his fingertips for the button. 'The nurse must have moved it' This was very upsetting to Craig, but he didn't understand why am I nearly crying about almost nothing.

Later that day, his dad came to visit him; Craig was pleased to see his dad "Hello, son how are you feeling" I feel ok, Father", Craig thought he said but no words came out his mouth. His dad got no reply from his son, only a pleased look, his dad was happy with that"You will be all right soon" his dad said as he nervously scratched behind his right ear.

"I can't hear you, Craig, your mumbling. "do you know what you are asking me to do" My sons asking me to kill him, what should i do.

'Craig i can't kill you, don't ask that of me" his son was scared for his life he couldn't answer fast enough which confused his father a lot. His father was shocked by his son's request, Craig thought his dad was being sadistic. his family was stone cold

 "Get her out of here" his father said to Leigha's mother. 

Craig didn't know what was happening; when he saw his brother carrying some drawings from his little girl, he caught up with the room. His brother said, "Leigha drew you this Craig," he was happy about the pictures. The father said to the older brother he wants me to kill him" "I'll talk to him dad don't worry "...

After the unwanted pep talk from his brother Craig lay paralysed by the stroke and scared stiffened by his father's assumptions of his apparent suicidal son. Craig felt like life was about to end that night. His family could be very cold individuals who may have already considered him in his coffin.

The next day the nurses placed Craig in a specialist armchair. Things are looking up for him atlas. The nurses tell him a physiotherapist is coming. As the nurses walked away, one said, "he doesn't understand a word 'were' saying". Craig felt evermore pigeonholed by everyone. The physiotherapist was overheard ordering that Craig needed to be on the bed. A sweet-sounding lady was precisely what Craig needed. 'Yes, What He Needed'. He knew it was wrong of him to think that way regarding professionals 'he is a man. Craig looked around the room and realised he could see the cloudy feeling had receded. but everything seemed very something. 

A few days later, the physio walked up to his bed. Hi Craig, glad you are on the bed today.' yes,' he shouted in his head, 'let's go'. She lifted right knee as far as she could, then the left knee; Craig started to sulk as he realised she was here to do her job, not service him. Craig was very disappointed by this lack of events; however, stroke victims can become exposed to more instinctive thoughts due to brain damage.

Later that day, someone walked quickly to Craig's bed, which made the tension rise in him; then suddenly, he burst out laughing loudly at seemingly nothing as that stranger or ghost walked back out of the room. 'What was funny' he asked himself. A few moments later, his visitors of that day came into the room.

They came onto the wardroom and took a seat, and the laughing started again, even more unconditionally this time. Craig's friends weren't happy with being laughed at like this. One of them went out to get a nurse. "Is it normal for him to laugh this much" "Yes, don't worry, he's only glad to see you all" "No, he's not. He can't be that" "c'mon he's gone2 No i have not thought, Craig" Once again. 'Hang on', he thought ', these people are not my friends. The people are on their feet and walking away. Craig was rock bottom, or so he thought. He was unaware of what was in store for him in the next few weeks after eventually realised he might never get out of the box he was in.

A few weeks later, Craig was sitting up in bed when the doctors came around to visit everyone in the wardroom. They took their time carefully reading the nurse's observations. The doctors stood near the foot of the hospital bed. The doctor then prescribed this young man a talking aid. He also needed enemas twice weekly. "isn't that how they killed Maralin Monroe got killed off"?

Craig was on tenterhooks metaphysical speaking of care because he was comfortable nervously waiting for the enema and talking aid. 'What's a talking aid, i wonder". Craig's eyes immediately spotted the nurse as she entered the wardroom. She was beautiful. He even liked her crazy candy-pink hair. The nurse saw him looking, but she was just doing her job, just a good-looking patient. Craig thought that she was not only a pretty-in-pink type but also a nurse, "so do not distract her". When the nurse returned to that part of the stroke ward, she was given duties over that day. Craig had noticed three boxes in her arm pinned to her ribs. "Sir, here's your writer and enemas, two of them". 'How do I use that' he thought. The nurse removed the writer from the box, sat Craig up and rolled the table over his bed. "we'll do your enema soon, sir. 'Barbie and Ken were not to be, he thought'. How do I use this? I can't move my arms. His arm lifted for a brief moment...

'I must reach the writer even if the straining makes me shit myself.' he supposed. Did I hear my name? The nurses are discussing the patients in the wardroom; they are fed up hearing Craig defecating himself. "he's only retraining his arm"" he's not doing anything wrong, is he? Would it be ok to move Craig to a private room? A familiar voice requested.

'Here she is i wonder what her name is; soon, i will be able to reach".

Hi, we're moving you to a more suitable location where we can further your recovery. Hang a minute, how do i tell nurses to get the drawings. Craig started to make noise for the first time in months and started to shout, which actually came out as a scream. The stopped  Craig drifted into a sleep where he...

He arrives in his single room, still sleeping; the nurses look concerned for him. The nurse did his observations and was settling down into a stable state. 'he could have seconds to live,' the nurse thought. "let the doctor know what's happened to him". The nurse, referred to as Barbe was sitting metres away from him. All the nurses are busy doing many jobs that never end. Three nurses are sitting at the station reading or writing with Craig's allocated nurse on her way into his room to check his obs machine. As she entered the room She could sense something then suddenly the armband that measures the heart rate and blood pressure. Craig was still asleep when the nurse came. Suddenly Craig's eyes opened instantly his eyes were almost black his mood was evil, but it was Craig still.' I can't even move my dam arms why won't they move! How am I supposed to talk to anybody now?!

"I forgot to introduce myself my name is Laura...

"I've finished work in 5 minutes it's party time"

Luke24:20 and how the chief priests and our rulers delivered Him to be condemned to death and crucified Him.