A week later in the royal wing of Queen Lydia hospital, Prince Scot was connected to several machines that were constantly beeping. He was all alone, the staff that was previously very eager to serve him had completely vanished, terrified of his temperament. Anyone that came in did so when it was absolutely necessary, made sure to spend as little time inside as possible and not exacerbate him as he would throw anything his hands got hold of at them. Everyday he watched his legs, commanding them to move. It’s all in the mind, they will move. There is just no way I am paralysed, no way! he convinced himself, watching his legs but there was no movement. Only a week had passed since his accident but his life had completely changed. The doctors said his spine was damaged during the accident. Th
