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Prologue

"I'm a nobody," I used to always tell myself. Tell that to yourself enough times you'll believe that it's true, but I wouldn't have it any other way honestly. I was fine being the person I had become that this point in my lifetime. No one ever needed to take a fleeting glance at me because I never made myself interesting enough to warrant it.

I never thought that being someone to somebody could possible change my point of view. Life has things that show you how wrong you can be sometimes.

Chapter One

I could see the pain in her face. Her puffy eyes had shown she had been crying. She was pacing between two small pillars on the bridge. She was so deep in thought, she hadn't noticed me. I could only assume that she was going to jump. Perhaps her indecision was meant for someone. She began to prop herself up onto the ledge of the bridge. I wanted to look away and pretend I wasn't witnessing this, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I found myself running towards her as she turned her back towards the setting sun. She saw me!

Her eyes widened and she quickly inhaled as she began to fall backwards. I bound over the ledge without thinking holding my arms and legs together to catch up with her. "Gotcha," I said, as I was able to grab her by her waist and twist myself to where I would take the brunt force from the fall. We hit water, rocks and grass...

I think I hit my head, but I could only remember the damp searing pain from the fall. Did I die? Or was it all a dream? As I slowly came to I could see a dark splotch that blocked the light from my closed eyes. I take my left hand and place it over left eye opening my right to see a faintly pinked skinned woman with long black hair. Her green soft eyes, small nose, and thin red lips stare back at me. She says something I don't understand, some other language or my ears weren't working right. Averting my veiw of her to see where I was. A cream colored hospital room.

"What are you doing," I asked with one eye open.
"I'm getting a nurse or a doctor to come," she said and pauses and starts to tear up, "I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't think anyone was around. Instead of just hurting myself I've hurt someone else."
I couldn't help but laugh and sighed saying, "It was my good deed for the day, no more free passes, okay?"

She gave a weak smile. She seemed a bit confused from my comment, but I could only surmise what was going on in her head. The awkward silence was broken by a nurse opening the door of my room. "I see our knight in shining armor has woken up," he said. I gave a smirk and slight laugh trying to prop myself up with my arm. Bad move.

"Son of a....," I bite my tongue to stop myself from swearing as pain shoots through my body. I breathe heavily through the pain and quickly let myself back down.
"Easy there, you're going to be stuck here for at least a couple of days," he said, "the doctor will be in shortly to give you a run down of your injuries and what you can and can't until you've properly healed up."

Walking in, the doctor caught the last of the nurse's comment, "He's right, you'll be stuck in this bed for at least a week. Overall you're in good condition considering the circumstances. You have a few bulging discs because of the fall, but as far as any spinal injury you're in the clear." taking a breathe, "though I would suggest getting some physical therapy in to restrengthen your back muscles."

"Thanks," I say trying to stay stoic as I stare at the wall behind the doctor.
"Visiting hours will be over soon miss," he mentions.
"Ah, right," she nods and a takes a glance at me, "bye."
"Seeyah."

Without fail she came to visit me everyday as I spent a week in the hospital. We really didn't speak much, mostly just sat with an odd aura between the both of us. As far as communication went we stuck with small talk, nothing too in depth or mention of friends or family. I couldn't figure if she was trying blurt out something as she would daily come to my room or she was afraid I might not accept what she had to say. Either way, it was still comforting whether or not she did it out of indenture or just wanted to.
My progression was good, my last day stuck in this room I almost had full range of my body. I proceed to stretch myself out to loosen up my muscles from my inactivity of laying in a bed for almost a week. A few of a turns and pulls gave me a twinge or two reminding me that I was still injured to a degree, but I was preparing myself to be able to walk out today.

Discarding my hospital robe onto the floor I turn my back to the mirror and turn. " Euch..." Purple, blue, and yellow splotches pepper the center of my back. "So that's what it looks like," I say to myself. I grab my clothes out of the dresser. Unbeknownst, the door opened to my room, she came by again. I was pulling up my underwear when I caught a glimpse of her red face as she saw me naked.
"Sorry," she said embarrassed as she quickly spun around to avert her eyes, "So this is it, isn't it?"
"What do you mean," I say pulling a leg through my jeans, "it's not like I'm leaving town, I'm just finally getting out this hospital."
"I still feel bad for pulling you into my problem," she shakily said.
I exhale as I pulled my shirt down my torso, feeling the tenderness of my back, "You shouldn't. I chose to." I wanted to say more, but couldn't bring myself to hurt her anymore than she already was.
"Why," she questioned.
"Honestly, I don't know," I said noticing that she was still facing the hospital door, "you can turn around now."
"Oh, right..." she said slightly surprised.
"I think it's time to go," I say pointing to the door, I could see the edge of the wheelchair through the door frame. I sigh and roll my eyes, "Do I really have to sit in the wheelchair?"
The nurse said somewhat amused, "Yes, it's just procedure. Once we're outside you're free to go."
I throw my arms up in the air, "Fine."

For the first time since meeting her she laughs at my adamant display of displeasure in having to ride the wheelchair out of the hospital. I flash a wyrly smile at her, she quickly looks away from me. As we rode down the hallway the nurse handed me a paper with the schedule of my physical therapy sessions. I read over it quickly and fold it up into my jeans pocket. Once outside I could hear the rustle of the trees and feel the slight breeze across my face. It was great.

"There we go," said the nurse.
"Thanks, I don't plan on doing that anytime soon again," I said as the nursed waved and pushed the wheelchair back through the sliding glass doors.
"Can I see your schedule," she asked.
"Sure," I said, "why, out of curiosity?"
"No reason," she shrugged as she looked over the paper, "I'm Natalie, by the way."
"I can finally put a name with a face, I'm..." she stops me mid sentence.
"You're Burke," she said.
"Well, so much for a formal introduction," I say as a put my hands behind my head.

We have a slight chuckle between us and then went our seperate ways. I still felt exhausted walking home even though I'd been mostly immobile for the last couple of weeks. Finally making it home, not bothering to flip on the lights, I plopped down onto my blue swede-like couch and stared at the slow-turning ceiling fan. I closed my eyes and all I could imagine was the expression on Natalie's face when I saw her jump that day.

Description
Prologue

"I'm a nobody," I used to always tell myself. Tell that to yourself enough times you'll believe that it's true, but I wouldn't have it any other way honestly. I was fine being the person I had become that this point in my lifetime. No one ever needed to take a fleeting glance at me because I never made myself interesting enough to warrant it.

I never thought that being someone to somebody could possible change my point of view. Life has things that show you how wrong you can be sometimes.

Chapter One

I could see the pain in her face. Her puffy eyes had shown she had been crying. She was pacing between two small pillars on the bridge. She was so deep in thought, she hadn't noticed me. I could only assume that she was going to jump. Perhaps her indecision was meant for someone. She began to prop herself up onto the ledge of the bridge. I wanted to look away and pretend I wasn't witnessing this, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I found myself running towards her as she turned her back towards the setting sun. She saw me!

Her eyes widened and she quickly inhaled as she began to fall backwards. I bound over the ledge without thinking holding my arms and legs together to catch up with her. "Gotcha," I said, as I was able to grab her by her waist and twist myself to where I would take the brunt force from the fall. We hit water, rocks and grass...

I think I hit my head, but I could only remember the damp searing pain from the fall. Did I die? Or was it all a dream? As I slowly came to I could see a dark splotch that blocked the light from my closed eyes. I take my left hand and place it over left eye opening my right to see a faintly pinked skinned woman with long black hair. Her green soft eyes, small nose, and thin red lips stare back at me. She says something I don't understand, some other language or my ears weren't working right. Averting my veiw of her to see where I was. A cream colored hospital room.

"What are you doing," I asked with one eye open.
"I'm getting a nurse or a doctor to come," she said and pauses and starts to tear up, "I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't think anyone was around. Instead of just hurting myself I've hurt someone else."
I couldn't help but laugh and sighed saying, "It was my good deed for the day, no more free passes, okay?"

She gave a weak smile. She seemed a bit confused from my comment, but I could only surmise what was going on in her head. The awkward silence was broken by a nurse opening the door of my room. "I see our knight in shining armor has woken up," he said. I gave a smirk and slight laugh trying to prop myself up with my arm. Bad move.

"Son of a....," I bite my tongue to stop myself from swearing as pain shoots through my body. I breathe heavily through the pain and quickly let myself back down.
"Easy there, you're going to be stuck here for at least a couple of days," he said, "the doctor will be in shortly to give you a run down of your injuries and what you can and can't until you've properly healed up."

Walking in, the doctor caught the last of the nurse's comment, "He's right, you'll be stuck in this bed for at least a week. Overall you're in good condition considering the circumstances. You have a few bulging discs because of the fall, but as far as any spinal injury you're in the clear." taking a breathe, "though I would suggest getting some physical therapy in to restrengthen your back muscles."

"Thanks," I say trying to stay stoic as I stare at the wall behind the doctor.
"Visiting hours will be over soon miss," he mentions.
"Ah, right," she nods and a takes a glance at me, "bye."
"Seeyah."

Without fail she came to visit me everyday as I spent a week in the hospital. We really didn't speak much, mostly just sat with an odd aura between the both of us. As far as communication went we stuck with small talk, nothing too in depth or mention of friends or family. I couldn't figure if she was trying blurt out something as she would daily come to my room or she was afraid I might not accept what she had to say. Either way, it was still comforting whether or not she did it out of indenture or just wanted to.
My progression was good, my last day stuck in this room I almost had full range of my body. I proceed to stretch myself out to loosen up my muscles from my inactivity of laying in a bed for almost a week. A few of a turns and pulls gave me a twinge or two reminding me that I was still injured to a degree, but I was preparing myself to be able to walk out today.

Discarding my hospital robe onto the floor I turn my back to the mirror and turn. " Euch..." Purple, blue, and yellow splotches pepper the center of my back. "So that's what it looks like," I say to myself. I grab my clothes out of the dresser. Unbeknownst, the door opened to my room, she came by again. I was pulling up my underwear when I caught a glimpse of her red face as she saw me naked.
"Sorry," she said embarrassed as she quickly spun around to avert her eyes, "So this is it, isn't it?"
"What do you mean," I say pulling a leg through my jeans, "it's not like I'm leaving town, I'm just finally getting out this hospital."
"I still feel bad for pulling you into my problem," she shakily said.
I exhale as I pulled my shirt down my torso, feeling the tenderness of my back, "You shouldn't. I chose to." I wanted to say more, but couldn't bring myself to hurt her anymore than she already was.
"Why," she questioned.
"Honestly, I don't know," I said noticing that she was still facing the hospital door, "you can turn around now."
"Oh, right..." she said slightly surprised.
"I think it's time to go," I say pointing to the door, I could see the edge of the wheelchair through the door frame. I sigh and roll my eyes, "Do I really have to sit in the wheelchair?"
The nurse said somewhat amused, "Yes, it's just procedure. Once we're outside you're free to go."
I throw my arms up in the air, "Fine."

For the first time since meeting her she laughs at my adamant display of displeasure in having to ride the wheelchair out of the hospital. I flash a wyrly smile at her, she quickly looks away from me. As we rode down the hallway the nurse handed me a paper with the schedule of my physical therapy sessions. I read over it quickly and fold it up into my jeans pocket. Once outside I could hear the rustle of the trees and feel the slight breeze across my face. It was great.

"There we go," said the nurse.
"Thanks, I don't plan on doing that anytime soon again," I said as the nursed waved and pushed the wheelchair back through the sliding glass doors.
"Can I see your schedule," she asked.
"Sure," I said, "why, out of curiosity?"
"No reason," she shrugged as she looked over the paper, "I'm Natalie, by the way."
"I can finally put a name with a face, I'm..." she stops me mid sentence.
"You're Burke," she said.
"Well, so much for a formal introduction," I say as a put my hands behind my head.

We have a slight chuckle between us and then went our seperate ways. I still felt exhausted walking home even though I'd been mostly immobile for the last couple of weeks. Finally making it home, not bothering to flip on the lights, I plopped down onto my blue swede-like couch and stared at the slow-turning ceiling fan. I closed my eyes and all I could imagine was the expression on Natalie's face when I saw her jump that day.