Waking Up in the Hospital Room

I don't really know when I woke up there. I didn't seem strange . I didnt know who was there for a long while. And then I recognized my friends. I don't know how long they were there. But there they were. Every once in awhile someone new would come in and say hi. It was nice. I had no way to interpret the looks on their faces. I wasn't trying . I was starting to understand there had been an accident . I was glad I wasn't driving , and wasn't in a car. And that no one but me was hurt. You see you never know about those things. I thought I must be hurt pretty bad to get my own room. Turned out I was just lucky. I was having a streak.
     There was this big window,  a northwest view. But I could only see the top half. Portland is still a very green city. I overlooked the helipad. But instead of the window, the bed faced this big black rectangle . I had tubes hanging out of me. Which made the drugs load easier. I never felt pain. At least I don't remember. And each by each my friends trickled in, who had given blood, and waited while I hovered and lived, and they hugged me. My girls and my wife and my dear dear friends . Who had given blood and waited. And I never cried. I saw tears and was glad they were relieved but I had no idea. I was still kinda foggy.
    My days all were still kinda foggy, as my swelling went down, and then my tubes went out. I realized eventually that there was no reason I had to stare at that black rectangle, and I asked if they could angle my bed toward the window, and they did, kinda, a bit. There was green , in different shades, and you could see the shadows swing with the sun through the August light . I could see houses, still and the stable lay of distant roads and the night time lights.
    Eventually they took all my tubes out and they taught me how to sit up and slide on a board into a wheel chair . They  left me alone for a bit and I wheeled toward the window , and could see the highway I couldn't see before . The cars and trucks moving . I remembered hitchhiking on the interstate when I was 19 and 20.  And that's when I cried. First time, but only a bit . I was saving up.