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December 7th, Entry 1 A lot has changed since I last wrote in a journal, but the past is the past, and dwelling on it never accomplishes anything. All I can do is move forward. It feels really strange to be writing in a journal again. It’s relaxing, though. It doesn’t have to be perfect or even make sense. Life will never be the same as it was only a few months ago, before the accident. I lost nearly half my leg, realized I’d fallen in love with my best friend, and my attorney said I’ll be a multi-millionaire in the near future. It’s a lot to wrap my head around. I’ve been asking myself a lot of question

~~~~ 2 days later ~~~~ Newt was working on a crossword puzzle when he heard the sound of high heels clacking against the tiled floor. He looked up and saw a woman approaching his bed, holding a clipboard. Under the clipboard was a book, but Newt couldn’t see what it was. Judging by her professional, businesslike attire, Newt realized she must be the psychiatrist sent to evaluate his mental health before he could be released from the hospital. She extended a hand and introduced herself. “I’m Dr. Amanda Cobblesmith. I just need to ask you a few questions.” Newt shook her hand and nodded. “Alright.” The do

Newt pressed the phone against his shoulder to speak to Thomas. “This guy says he’s an attorney.” Thomas raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never heard of an attorney calling prospective clients.” The blonde chewed his bottom lip and shook his head. “Me neither. There must be a catch…” Newt raised the phone up to his face again. “So how much would it cost to handle a case like mine?” “I don’t get paid unless you win the case, which you will. You’ll get some cash from the drunk who hit you, but suing the bar is what’ll make some real money.” “What&

Thomas’s chest ached as he watched Newt stare blankly across the room, eyes fixated on empty nothingness. Each time Newt worried too much and got upset, he sunk farther into the pit of darkness festering inside, and Thomas could feel it, feel him slipping away. It was becoming harder and harder to raise Newt’s spirit from the depths of despair. Thomas just didn’t know how to stop his best friend from being consumed by sorrow. “I’m sorry I can’t do more to help you, Newt…” The blonde’s expression softened when he focused on Thomas’s doleful eyes and he realized just how cold he was

“You bloody well know the car accident wasn’t my fault, and it’s your damn job to help me get another car so my life can be somewhat normal again. Call me back when you find someone who actually knows what the bloody hell they’re talking about.” Newt hung up and tossed his cellphone on the table. He gulped down half of his hazelnut coffee and let out an exasperated sigh. “I swear to God these people have their heads up their asses…” Shortly after Newt got off the phone with his car insurance company, a physical therapy consultant came in the room to discuss recovery options. He suggested that