𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 Days of Our Lives #DOOL

“You’ll be fine,” my father said as i stayed frozen on the ground. mom was upset i was interrupting my brother’s celebration. then the paramedics arrived, and everything changed when they noticed something was seriously wrong. the mri confirmed it….
I arrived at my brother Jason’s party with a familiar sense of dread. My mother greeted me with an air kiss and a once-over. Jason pulled me into a hug that was too tight, a physical reminder of our power dynamic.
I tried to avoid him, but eventually, he made me his entertainment.
“Hey guys, you want to hear a classic Audrey story?” he called out, not waiting for an answer. “Remember the rabid dog? We had her convinced for a week!” His friends roared with laughter.
“Or the hair removal cream!” his friend Tyler added. “Her face when she realized her shampoo was Nair!”
My parents had told me to stop being so dramatic.
I took a deep breath and started to gather my things. I had reached my limit. But as I turned to leave, Jason intercepted me. “Leaving so soon? The party is just getting started.” His words were slurred. He was drunk, which always made him more dangerous.
“I have a long drive back,” I said firmly.
“Come on, sis. Loosen up. The party’s for me, you can’t just leave.”
I walked away, heading toward the sliding glass door. To reach the house, I needed to cross a section of the new pool deck. As I stepped onto the wooden boards, my shoe didn’t grip. It slid.
I glanced down and saw it—a clear, almost invisible sheen of oil spread across a five-foot section of the deck, strategically placed in the only path back to the house. In the split second before my body registered the fall, my mind registered the truth. This was a trap.
Time warped. My arms pinwheeled uselessly. I saw Jason’s face, not surprised, but expectant. I saw the cruel, waiting smiles of his friends. Then the world exploded into white-hot agony as the back of my head connected with the unforgiving concrete lip of the pool.
A woman screamed, a high, piercing sound that felt very far away. It took me a moment to realize the scream was my own. Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear their laughter finally breaking through, the sound of a successful punchline.
I tried to push myself up, to move, to get away, but my arms wouldn’t obey. I tried to curl my toes, to feel the rough concrete beneath my back, to find any anchor in the spinning world.
“Help,” I gasped. “Please help me. I can’t feel my legs.”
The first face that appeared was Jason’s. He was smiling. “Nice pratfall, sis. Very dramatic.”
I tried to move, but my body would not cooperate. “I’m serious,” I said, my voice edged with panic. “Something is wrong. I can’t move my legs.”
He rolled his eyes. “Come on, get up. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
“I can’t get up,” I was crying now. “Please call an ambulance. I think I’m really hurt.”
By this point, a small crowd had gathered, taking their cues from Jason, assuming this was just another family drama. My father pushed through the onlookers. “Dad,” I sobbed, “I slipped and fell. I can’t feel my legs. I need to go to the hospital.”
What I got instead was a dismissive scoff. “For God’s sake, Audrey. Walk it off. Stop being a baby. You are making a scene at your brother’s party.”… Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI