Quadlad

She knew she had been broken as soon as she had woken up. With a tube pressing down inside her throat in a haze of drugs and confusion and pain, all she could focus on was the emptiness. Somehow. She just ended at the neck. Everything below was both her and not her. After three months, she was going home. Things weren't so simple anymore, not would they ever be. Correction, everything was simple, but nothing was easy. There had been so many things that had taken some getting used to, but it wasn't so bad. She had acclimated to the ever-persistent hiss and puff of her ventilator pretty quickly. Eventually, it had become comforting. The sound of it stopping would've given her a heart attack. It might've taken her a little more time to get used to the way she spoke. How her voice fell as the air ran out in between the "breaths" of the vent and the words dried up in her mouth. How soft her voice was even though it had gotten quite raspy. When she first woke up in the hospital, it was