Code Silver Narrative

As Chay got near the front doors of the hospital he jumped off his bike, ran through the doors, down the hallway to the glass windows where he had last seen his mother. Chay looked through the glass window, but he couldn’t see her, so he ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked from the

As I drank my coffee, I had to call the night nurse to get report. The night nurse reported to have an overall quiet night, although she did receive a call from Mrs. Patsy’s daughter at two AM. The family reported that she was no longer eating, drinking or

As I frantically got my lunch, books, and backpack together for school, I heard the news in the living room ringing in my ears. Another shooting down in American history, this one at Sandy Hook Elementary School. The news reporter began to talk about Adam Lanza, the shooter, who was deeply troubled in his teenage years. As the reporter elaborated, he revealed details that Lanza had access to guns. I felt my chest begin to tighten as I thought about dangerous people having the ability to purchase guns with no struggle. With each word spilling out of the reporter’s mouth I suddenly felt like oxygen was escaping my body and a sense of fear came over me. Out of nowhere, like a train hitting a car, I heard my mom yell, “It’s time to go, it’s 7:35.” I say, “Okay I’m coming!” even though

When the gunshot rang through my ears, I, as well as everyone around me was stunned in confusion, fear, and lack of comprehension. They looked around to see where the bullet had landed and noticed him, a man in his late forties looking down at his stomach. The hand that covered the area was stained with a thick, dark red color that coated his clothing. The crowd drew away from him as he fell to his knees, just realizing that he’d been shot and he was going to die. When he looked up at the police, they looked away, ashamed of their actions and unaware of the impact his death would have on his family, his friends.

Most people stopped smiling. Screams were heard. Dancing stopped. Why were people screaming? All I heard was the beat of the music. People began running towards the front door, into the bathroom, behind the bar. Anywhere they could hide. I stood on my tiptoes to see the commotion, A guy was holding a gun, shooting us. Bodies dropped rapidly. My heart sunk. Where was Travis? Kendra? I couldn’t find my best friends. Still on my tiptoes, I looked around. I saw Kendra. Then a crowd of people engulfed her and I could no longer see her. I hoped that my friends would be okay before I rushed into the bathroom. A small pile of people cowered together upon hearing the bathroom door swing open. They thought I was him. Once seeing I held no weapon, they yanked my t-shirt sleeve and pulled me into the pile of crying, shaking, scared friends. I pulled out my phone, clicking it on then opening the thread of messages between my mom and I. Quickly, I typed a brief explanation of what was happening and where I was. I sent an ‘I love you both’ before shoving my phone back in my pocket. I gripped a stranger’s hand tightly, tears rushing down my face like a waterfall. A sob choked in my throat, causing my breath to hitch, letting out a hiccup. A stranger hugged me closer. The shouts wouldn’t leave my head. I heard them all over, I heard the shrieks, the calls for help. Why is this happening? was all I could think. I squeezed my eyes shut, throwing my hands over my ears,

I jumped into action and had no choice but to start running. My heart skipped a beat as a bullet whistled past my head and thudded into the wall behind me and I knew I couldn’t stop running. I heard thousands of footsteps in pursuit and I needed some place to hide. I flew through the first door I saw, ducked down and cowered behind a desk. I hid and waited to hear the footsteps pass by. My heartbeat was banging as loud as a drum as I breathed a huge sigh relief only to jump out of my skin as I felt a hand reach out and grab me from

The smell of panic deep within all of us , it was so unexpected, one minute Cheryl, Jackie, and I are fine and next we are all panicking for our lives trying to protect each other from dying , where did our savings go? I was scared and we were all screaming and running, I couldn’t hear a damn thing and the things I seen I would’ve never expected to , kids being shot that were enjoying celebrating their birthday , couples going on a date, us chatting about what we were excited to see next half injured and half of them dead. Me and Cheryl ended up running so fast from the shooter that we lost Jackie so we were crying hysterically looking for her then when we found her she was dead on the ground , I would’ve never have expected to see a best friend of mines dead by 21 , we had so many plans and now here she was on the floor shot and dead, that's when Cheryl grabbed me like a mad person , she told me that we needed to go now but me I couldn’t just leave Jackie dead like that and that was when the shooter took his last shots before feeling in a car , shooting Cheryl in her two legs leaving her handicapped for

My fist went flying into his jaw and then into his throat, and he was knocked out cold. I turned to face Jack, and we took off taking the police’s gun with us. Just when we thought we were safe I am forced down onto the ground. That’s when I hear gunshots and feel warm blood on my neck. While in the process of getting rid of the police officer Jack shot me in the neck, and I am slowly dying. I am just laying in the middle of the field, praying that the test and the system will somehow be stopped, even if I am not there to watch it happen. Jack starts bawling, but then stands up wipes the tears off his face, and starts laughing.

“She’s in pain!” Lizabeth shouted, when her mother winced after trying to sit up. “Can’t you see that? Do something! Get the doctor!” she snapped at the attending nurse in Room #152 at Outer Drive Hospital.

As i’m sitting on the floor, numb, confused, and dazed, i try to comprehend what is going on. All i can here is a deep voice telling everyone to stay down. Just a few minutes later everything is back to normal, except the bank that me and my mom are at is a disaster and there are cops right beside me asking questions. Once I come to reality and realize what happened, I have to start talking to a detective with the name of Brian Wilbourn. Right after I get done talking with detective Wilbourn, my friend Jack Winter walks in. While my mom was talking to the officer, me and Jack decided to get some fresh air, so we walk out the bank. Right when we walk out, a black bag goes over our heads.

I was in there for hours before my mom knocked on the door, “Josh? Is everything alright?” She asked as she unlocked the door. I didn’t reply, I just turned my face to the wall and ignored her. “Dear, I’m coming in ok?” She turned the knob and waited a second before letting herself in. I didn’t want to talk to her so I didn’t say a word. She walked over to my bedside and sat down on the edge. “Josh baby, what’s wrong? I have never seen you so upset before.” I just laid there and let tears drip down my

I woke up that morning particularly weary and in need of more rest, even though I had just woken up. As I rubbed my eyes, I walked out of my room and into the bathroom to brush my teeth. The immensely loud bark of my dog hurried my downstair so I could give him all the attention he wanted to stop the barking. A weird gurgling sound erupted from my stomach, which compelled me to have some breakfast and fill my empty stomach. So I opened the fridge and saw the pork kabobs that my friend had given

Nevertheless, the hour and a half ridged drive up has never felt so long. My dad anxiously cruises from lane to lane. Perspiration runs through his hands, the air filled with nervous energy from him, my mom, and my sister, Tayler, as I bared my pain. I try not to show too much for the sake of my family. My stomach had taken over doing uncontrollable convulsions like an intense ab exercise nonstop. No one knew what was going wrong. Pulling up to the covered sliding glass entrance door to the emergency room, I slipped out of the car. Walking slowly, I went to the front desk. The tall blonde woman, with the look of sleep deprivation on her face, asked my mother in her soft voice questions about me. My mom, still shaking with nerves, answered them all completely for the receptionist. Standing there, a variety of emotions overwhelmed me. Right away, I was taken into a small glass room where a short, thin black haired woman took my vitals. She was in a hurry because there were patients coming in nonstop and had to keep everything flowing. After everything was checked, she escorted my family to the waiting area. Sitting side by side, I stared at the cream colored wall with indigo and soft ink birds on it to try to pass the time.

The nurse Mindy sees mom, and goes “Hi Pam.” The two of them embrace. I know it will be a while before she comes. She 's getting a detailed update. I take it upon myself to go sit on the bench a little way down with a fantastic view of the nurse’s station. The station has three women behind there at the moment. I guess there are doing some work, but you can never be too sure.

She told me that she remembered doctors in white coats constantly hovered over us as they gazed with concern and made every attempt to mitigate the illnesses that my sister and I couldn’t overcome on our own. It was the toughest time for my parents and family but also my older sister who experience everything at the age of five. My mom spent nearly an entire month in the hospital with my sister and I. She shared, that with each passing moment, she could feel me getting stronger but could feel Madeleny slipping away. Every day since our birth, my mom looked into the eyes of her daughters and watched, with each breath, how our chest rose and fell in complete unison. She even told me, I once held hands with my twin and felt the strength of our bond. Now I was laying in the crib alone, waiting for her little hand to reconnect with mine; in the same way that we’d embraced one another in our mother’s womb. Her little hand never returned and it is something that has influenced every part of my life. On January 23, just a month and a half after our birth, my twin sister stopped breathing.