He was once an active sportsman, playing soccer and rugby and even having a go at basketball. It had been just three months since his accident. He felt angry and at times frustrated. People that had never been nice to him suddenly seemed to be giving him so much attention. They had never given him the light of day yet now they said things like, "Can I get that for you?" and " Just let me know if I can be of any assistance."

He felt patronized and belittled. He wanted to be allowed to do things on his own. It was not easy for him to ask for help but whenever he really needed it he asked. He had now begun to see what life must have been like for all those others he had seen on wheelchairs and never empathised with. Areas on campus suddenly became inaccessible and getting from place to place was no longer a walk in the park. It was pity that they all felt for him. Once a vibrant student, he had become angry and reclusive.

Deep down there was guilt and remorse. Why didn't he drive that night? He had certainly been in better shape than Andrew. Andrew's funeral service and the seconds before the collision were etched in his mind. He regretted that he had not stopped the course of events that had led to Annie's comma!! The doctors knew neither when nor if she would ever get up... .