For the last six months, I had been moping around my house, and I refused to tell mom and dad what was wrong.

I wasn’t driving, but my best friend was, and I was thrown from the car. It did a lot of damage to my neck and spine, and I broke both legs and my pelvis. I couldn’t remember being thrown into the guard rails, or most of the pain, which my doctor said was a good thing. Since he said the pain wouldn’t go away any time soon, he recommended I try medical marijuana. Two months after accident, I was finally sent home, and I still hadn’t seen my friend. Mom said she was fine, and I was the only one seriously injured. It was almost six months after the accident that my friend finally showed up. She seemed humble and genuinely sorry that she hadn’t showed up to see me. She said she felt guilty for driving so fast and having the accident. She asked if I was in a lot of pain. I didn’t think when I told her the doctor had prescribed medical marijuana to keep the pain at bay. She immediately brightened and said our other friend had told her that. She was wondering if I could share a little with her. All of a sudden, I remembered she had been smoking marijuana the night of the accident. I told her to stop, but she refused. There was no way I was going to share medical marijuana and if that was the only reason she came to visit, she could leave.

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