A Prosthetic Leg: A Short Story

I blinked, trying to gain focus on where I was. At the moment all I could make out were blurry outlines of shapes and figures. When my vision finally cleared I saw that I was in a hospital room. I blinked, confused. Why was I here? All of a sudden I was hit by a whirlwind of memories. A crash. Sirens. My mom screaming my name. An awful pain in my left leg...my leg! I tried to kick back the sheets to see what happened, but found that I couldn’t move my left leg. My dad must have seen me stir because he came over to the side of my bed and took my hand. I was about to ask him what happened when I noticed he had tears in his eyes. My throat constricted, why was he crying? What he said next will haunt me for the rest of my life: “It’s gone, Melanie.”
Curious, I picked up the paper and here's what it said: Melanie Rene Adams is eligible for a prosthetic leg. Please register for a fitting as soon as your schedule allows. Thank you, Dr. Leann Wright. My jaw dropped. I skimmed over the paper twice to make sure I had read it right. Tears streamed down my face, but for the first time in a long time, they were tears of joy, not of pain, sadness, anger or frustration. I was going to play basketball again, and no one was going to stop me. No one.
The fitting was pretty uneventful. The doctor, whose name was Anna, took measurements and asked questions such as if I participated in any sport or any other strenuous physical activities. I kept asking her the same question: When was I going to get my prosthetic? And every time I asked, she just smiled and said, “Soon.” By the end of the fitting, I was smiling so wide I thought my face was going to burst. On the way home, I couldn't stop talking about how excited I was! Ugh, I didn't know how I would be able to wait till the prosthetic came
But when we finally got to the doctor’s office, I had grabbed my crutch and was opening the door before my mom had even turned the car off. She chuckled in amusement and told me to wait for her, but I couldn't. I sped as fast as I could with my crutch into the doctor, all the while hoping I would be faster when I came out. When I came through the door, Anna was sitting at the front desk and she grinned when she saw how eager I was. When my mom finally made it inside, Anna had her fill out some paperwork, and led us to the room where my life would change