will," they said soothingly.
feel...anything. I can't feel my feet." The panic rose suddenly in his
voice. "I can't feel my hands. I can't...move...my hands." He was
shouting, frightened, his eyes wide and stretched.
worry," they said. "You will in time. You're going to be all right.
You're going to be all right."
He didn't believe
them, and they pumped a sedative into his arm to quiet him. He couldn't feel
the prick of the needle. He heard himself screaming because he could feel no
When he woke up
again he knew for certain that he'd broken his neck.
After four days
Arthur Morrison came to see him, bringing six new-laid eggs and a bottle of
fresh orange juice. He stood looking down at the immobile body with the plaster
cast round its shoulders and head.
Chick," he said awkwardly. "It's not as bad as it could have been,
Chick said rudely,
"I'm glad you think so."
"They say your
spinal cord isn't severed, it's just crushed. They say in a year or so you'll
get a lot of movement back. And they say you'll begin to feel things any day
say," said Chick sneeringly. "I don't believe them."