Ethan

Story by Aloha

I guessed we were going about 70 miles an hour or more because I could feel my scalp bashing into the thin pillow behind my head with every bump in the road. I could feel my teeth vibrating in my skull, which sounds like a weird thing to say, but I’ve been noticing all sorts of crazy shit these days on the parts of my body that I can still feel. I may not be able to feel anything from my shoulders down, but the rest of me has a catlike sensitivity. I’m like a superhero from the shoulders up. Or that’s what I tell the ladies.

“Hey, tell the driver to slow down,” I said to the paramedic sitting next to the stretcher I was lying on. “Does he want to get in an accident and cripple me?”

“Shut the fuck up, Ethan,” John, the paramedic, said good-naturedly.