She Told Me To “Walk It Off” After My Fall—Then The MRI Revealed Why It Was No Accident

I stared at my legs. They looked like foreign objects, clad in denim, belonging to a mannequin. I willed them to move. Wiggle your toes. Bend your knee. Anything.

Nothing.

“I can’t move my legs,” I whispered.

Jessica let out a loud, theatrical sigh, the kind she reserved for when I forgot to take out the trash or left dishes in the sink. “You’re fine.continue reading …