A Short Story : The Story Of The Story?

Twenty minutes has past and the ambulance has finally gotten here. Two people got out of the car. They opened the back door. My friends help me up into the back of the car. On our way my friend called my parents that I have broken my leg. They hurried and were off to the hospital.

I looked at my leg as I saw rivers of blood coming down. I was screaming in agony as my brother and our neighbors came flying at me as they saw what happened.

After eating me and my cousins were playing hide-and-seek. We had played three rounds and then took a break.After we played again. My cousin was it,she started counting,we went to go hide on the other side of the house.She took so long we went to go see what she was doing.

As I slung my arm forward to release the ball, my grandmother turned to see who was coming up the driveway. She only turned for a split second, turned back to face me, and BAM! She had been hit right in the nose with the hardest ball I had ever thrown. We all heard the loud crunch and my grandmother immediately dropped to her knees. It seemed as if time stood still. It just so happened to be my aunt that was pulling into the driveway. She pulled up to what looked like a scene out of a horror movie with blood everywhere. All of my cousins ran around screaming and I was just frozen in place. My aunt jumped out her car as fast as she could and yelled, “Oh my gosh! Mama, are you ok?” Blood overflowed my grandmothers hands as she cupped them around her nose. She was unable to answer. My aunt then told me to run inside to grab ice and an old towel. It seemed as if I could not run fast enough through the house. I scavenged everywhere trying to find a towel, but I then realized they were all in the washing machine. I grabbed the closest thing I could find which just so happened to be one of my old softball

I fell backwards and heard a crack, after that all I remember is excruciating pain. I was rushed to ER, there was my first encounter with caring and helpful strangers who made the pain disappear and the experience became my rite of passage into the trying, sometimes painful, and always gratifying world of medicine. The root of my desire in entering the medical field is to help people and to provide comfort to them while providing excellent treatment just as I received as a girl that alarming day.

My older brother Pooh Man was yelling ,’’grand lancey, grandma lancey,’’ while chasing me non-stop. And it really freaked me out and next thing u know i were running snots was just gushing out my nose, my arm was swinging everywhere and one of my shoes came off. And then i saw a fence, i thought there's my chance to get away from him. So, i ran from him and jumped; my shoes lace was untied, it got caught in the fence then my arm snapped as I hit the ground.

I hopped in the skid loader and went around back and put the bucket back on it, while my mom and sister hopped in the Kawasaki gator. We went to the field that it broke in and scooped a bucket load into the back of the gator then drove it back to a spot in the horse pen so they could have food. We did this five or so times, then scooped one more load into the gator, and put the rest in the skid loader. By that time that spot was full so we were putting it into a much smaller spot that I directed my sister into. Next she dumped the hay. As she was backing up, she shook the bucket one more time pointing it straight down. At that time the 500 lb bucket jumped off the skid loader and fell plummeting towards the ground. Leaving a 4 inch indent in the ground, then falling back on my foot. Luckily it bounced back off my foot rather than staying on and us having to lift it off. My sister jumped out of the skid loader and questioned, “Are you ok?” I managed to blurt out, “Go get mom.” She ran up and got mom while I rolled around on the ground in pain. Mom and my sister came down in the car to pick me up and put me in the backseat. They took me up to the house to look at my foot (my mom was an occupational therapist), and we decided to go to the E.R. in Mason City. They gave me some crutches and we took

Ouch! I screamed. I stayed still until my dad came. It felt like if water was running down my skull, I tried to clean it I looked at my hand and it was blood. I freaked out and began to scream “dad”!

I looked down at my leg. The spot where I thought my kitten had bitten me was trickling blood. My mom noticed it clearly too. “Ohh! That’s a nasty cut! How did you get that?”

Luckily, there were grownups outside, and they called for my grandmother and mother. Grandma and Mom heard them calling because fortunately their window was down in the car at the time. They hurried up and pulled back in the driveway. They ran to see what the commotion was and why they were getting called back to the yard. My great uncle pulled the sticky bush out of my jaw and there was a big hole. It was leaking blood. Eventually, all the people outside were startled because they literally could see through my jaw. I bled through all my clothes and all the ones that were given to me. I was rushed, in my grandmother’s car, and to the

A few hours later, my uncle said we had to go to sleep. He asked me to turn off the lights. So I went to turn the lights off. Suddenly, I tripped over my cousin and hit a really sharp corner of a wall. There was so much blood on the wall and my forehead! I was crying so much that tears ran down all the way to my chest. My grandma said it was too late at night to go to the hospital.

Immediately I knew what happened. With my quick thinking, I grabbed my cell phone and I hopped into the bathroom. Trying my best not to get blood on the clean carpet. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and turned on the water. While the water washed the fresh blood, I called my dad on my phone. I heard his thunderous footsteps coming down the hallway. He swung open the door and wrapped my foot in a towel.

My mom then came with my brother and looked at me and said “no way is her leg broken, she isn’t even crying”. The teacher insisted to take me to the hospital, so my mom, my brother and me headed over to French Hospital. The doctors then took me to the back to get X-rays done, once they finished they came out to the waiting room and told my mom and my brother, “well it’s broken…” and my mom responded “WHAT?? No way! She never even cried”. I then had to go down to Arroyo Grande the next day to get my bright pink cast! Later, I was supposed to medicine to help relieve the pain but, I was never really a person to take medicine. So, I didn’t take any medication throughout the whole time my leg was broken, I also never took medicine up until I was in my last year of middle

I’m sitting here in this dusty old room with nothing to do but wait. The past hour has gone by in a blur. One minute I was at the store, the next I ended up here.

In kindergarten I decided that I was going to run to the playground to start a game that would be the highlight of the day. I ran up the stairs and onto the bridge but, suddenly my legs had decided to give out on me and I landed with my hands on the bridge with my thumb stuck in one of the small holes on the bridge. I didn’t think my finger was stuck so as a normal child would do I stood up really fast and accidently ripped my thumb out of the bridge. It immediately snapped and my thumb started to swell and turn a variety of deep blues, purples, and blacks. This turned into a horrible mother and daughter 4-hour trip to the ER waiting in pain, trying to seek out what had