Creative Writing: Addison's Mistake

I had been cringing about day for so long. I was completely terrified to go into that room. As the door opened I was exposed to a cold draft and I could feel the dense air. The day I was told this needed to be done was horrifying, and now it’s actually happening. They rolled me over to a new bed and I looked around seeing doctors everywhere. There was a table that they rolled next to me and on it was things that I can’t even explain. They put a green mask on me with tubes going through both sides of it. They told me I’d get drowsy and all of the sudden I closed my eyes and it was happening. I was getting knee surgery.

"I heard a whooshing sound in my ears," he told the doctor. "I felt like you feel when you go over a bump in a car going real fast and you feel your stomach drop out. The next thing I knew, I was in a room, crouched in a corner of the ceiling. I could see my body below me. . . . I could see doctors and nurses working on me. My doctor was there and so was Sandy, one of the nurses. I heard Sandy say ‘I wish we didn't have to do this.' I wondered what they were doing. I saw

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

One night after writing a history paper, I was so tired I went to bed without eating. Around two in the morning I woke up scared for my life. My clothes were soaked with sweat, my head was spinning, my whole body was shaking, and I knew my blood sugar was horribly low. Getting out of bed, I went to my fridge to get something to eat. The next thing I know, I wake up in a hospital bed with both of my parents looking at me. I had been informed that I slipped into a coma for a day and I was lucky to be alive. My heart had also stopped beating when they found me. My only thoughts were that I had missed a day of classes.

I wake up and I am not entirely sure where I am at. I am laying in a bed and rolling around as someone is pushing me. The door infront of me opens manually and I am pushed through the door still not knowing what is going on. I have a sling on my arm, but I cannot feel it at all. My right arm is numb from the shoulder down, but as I am rolled into my room I see my mother, father, and grandma sitting and waiting on me. I remember now; I just came out of shoulder surgery that could possibly make or break my baseball career. The doctor comes in and explained what happened in the operating room, and explains that everything went very well. He had no complications and that after I get food in my system that I could leave. Everything was happening

I awoke with the sound of beeps in the distance. My eyes fluttered, eyelashes blocking my small spot of a view. In the corner, I could see my mom, her head in her hands, shaking slowly from tears. I gradually moved my head to the left. The room was bright, with white floors and bleached walls. There were multiple carts full of medical supplies right next to me. While scanning the room, I could hear my mother gasp and run out of the door. Moments later, a tall lanky guy walked into in the room. He was wearing scrubs with little stars and a light blue stethoscope was dangling from

My alarm went off at 6:00 am. "Thank God it's Friday," I whispered to myself as I got ready for the day. We still haven't found a case yet, this was just going to be another boring day at the hospital I guess. After I got ready I got in my car and drove to New York Mercy Hospital, which was only about 5 miles away. "Hey Jacobs, we got a case." Wilson said, handing me the file. I worked with two other Doctors; Zachary Wilson and James Miller. We take the medical cases that no other doctors can figure out. I got a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. "23 year old girl comes in after continually banging her head on the wall, says she had no idea

Rushing to the hospital on a Friday night, I saw a blurred vision, felt dizziness as I saw a shot of IV in my forearm. I saw my mother tears rolling down her cheeks but I told her I will be okay. I was in the emergency room and the doctor asked me various of questions about my health, “Do you smoke? Do drugs? Any sexual activity?” I answered, “No.” The doctors informed to see my family physician for further test. I was not ready for the tests because they could read my future health and change my life.

My mom rushed towards me while Veronica phoned 911. About after 15 minutes of waiting, my mom grabbed me and set me down in the backseat of the car. She and Veronica quickly jumped in the car and began to drive to the hospital. Mom was driving while Veronica was ripping up her shirt and covering up my wound. When we finally reached the hospital, my mom and Veronica carried me through the doors and got me to a nurse named Mrs. Zowcowitz.`` I need help, it’s my son, he’s been shot.’’ My mom said panicking.`` I’ll go get help.’’ Nurse Zowcowitz said running through the hall. ``Doctor! Doctor! There’s a boy he’s been shot! He’s losing a lot of blood.’’ She said flailing her arms.`` I’m going right now.’’ Dr. Wade said running towards me. ``Oh there is a lot of blood, quick, we have to get him upstairs.’’ Dr. Wade said calm and collective like. I was then put on a stretcher and was rushed into an elevator. I can remember looking up at my mother with tears in my eyes. I was going to die, I knew it. When they finally got me to a room, I was laid on a bed on was being hooked up with an I.V. ``Everything is gonna be ok.’’ Mom said. Even though the doctors tried their best to save me, I closed my eyes and died shortly

I opened my eyes and they were crusty with sleep on the sides of them. The nurse came in again and I said, " Good Morning," and my eyes grew huge because I realized I could speak again. She replied, " good morning, you can sit up now but both of your legs are broken, along with your right arm." She helped me sit up and said," also there are some people here to see you. They have been very worried for you." I asked her if I had received any recent calls, she said, " yes, only one. From the prison." It was him. My dad. He had gone to prison 3 years ago for hurting my mom and selling drugs. I hadn't seen him or talked to him since the day he was taken

It was eight in the morning on an early summer morning; my nerves inside of me were rattling like never before. My parents and I were in the car driving down the road to make my appointment at University Hospital. While on the road, I would always try to find something to distract myself from the fear of a nurse injecting me with a long, intimidating, and deadly needle of doom. Also, the anticipation of the horrible pain and medications that I would have to go through once the whole procedure was finish made my heartbeat beat at a very rapid pace. As I was in the car I was begging my parents to turn around and cancel this whole appointment. My parents kept telling me “it’s too late; they already have our money and if you be a good patient

It all began with a simple phone call one stormy, gloomy night after dinner. “Jake,” his mama yelled up the stairs,”its for you”. “Its Victoria, she sounds distressed.” As he was making his way down the stairs, he was getting more worried. It was too late for Victoria to be calling at this time, he thought. He was also really tired after his work and homework he was looking forward to some quiet alone time, he really just needed to relax and not get roped up into one of Victoria’s dumb fights again.

Once upon a time there was a little elephant named Ellie, she was always very thrilled and excited. Everyone adored her because she was always happy and was very aware of the things that happened, even though she was very young. She loved playing games, but she especially loved playing hide and seek, though she wasn’t a very good hider, she could seek anyone. On this day her mother had decided to take her to the watering hole to play with her friends, because she had been very good.

Lacy was on the verge of tears. She did not have imagination and her grammar and reading skills were horrible. Lacy just knew she was going to fail. She asked herself why she was even trying. Failure was inevitable. She read question number four and wondered why she hadn’t dropped out yet. There was no hope. She then began daydreaming about how she wished she had a cup of coffee. Her mind then drifted to becoming a teacher one day. She wondered if she would be better, or just as evil as her teacher. Lacy started drawing a picture of her teacher on her test. She didn't care if her teacher saw the picture. Lacy’s teacher always yelled at her for daydreaming and doodling in class. Lacy was always easily distracted and lacked motivation. Her teacher

As I slipped back in consciousness, there were doctors all around me. One of the doctors I recognized by the name of Weston Price Hill jr, which was my private physician and the son of Weston Price Hill which was my father private physician. He told me that we had been in unspeakable accident and that the Rolls were totaled. He then proceeded to ask me questions like how was I feeling, any pains, and he then told me I had three broken ribs and a broken leg. His smile quickly faded and he