Summary: When John Locke first woke up in the hospital after his car accident, he hadn't been worried. A little ficletbased purely on speculation about Locke's thoughts and feelings when he first discovered he had lost the use of his legs.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters.
Author's Notes: No real spoilers because I really don't know if this is what happened (the show has yet to reveal that)! I had written this shortly after Deus Ex Machina because I pitied his character and the suffering he underwent due to his father. Feel free to leave any reviews, whether they are compliments or constructive criticisms. Thanks.
Also, many thanks to smiling for being my beta! Everyone who's a fan of BtVS and AtS, go check out her writing. She's awesome!
When John Locke first woke up in the hospital after his car accident, he hadn't been worried.
When Locke first saw the nurse who had been there to check up on him, he hadn't panicked as she rushed away to get the doctor.
When Locke had first received the horrid news that he would no longer have the use of his legs, he wasn't frightened.
And when Locke had first situated his body into the worn, miserable wheelchair, he hadn't sighed from devastating melancholy.
It was when the doctor had looked at Locke with concerned eyes, inquiring if he had anyone to escort him home the day he was released from the hospital, and Locke had forced, with an exasperated breath, the reply, "No, there's no one at all to come." That was when he had to bite on his lip to keep himself from sobbing endlessly.
John Locke had never felt so alone.