Lay on the bed, the outline of ceiling tiles etched into her vision.
They told her she was lucky. She didn't feel lucky, lay waiting for a nurse to sit her up.
Her life felt over. It wasn't, she could still do so much. Just not by herself.
I mulled the prompt for a few minutes, and had to go this way with it, it took me a long time to get the phrasing how I wanted it on the last few lines, so hopefully whats going on here comes across.
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