Creative Writing: Lake Tahoe's Emergency Room

As we arrived at the hospital, they said we are going to move you to a wheelchair to get inside and to our room. We had room number two-hundred- in one. We waited for the nurse to come with my file and to take a look. (knock, knock) Finally, I say to

A woman walks into Los Angeles County hospital with a complaint of abdominal pain. After being checked in, hospital staff sees that she has recently been there three other times for the same complaint. She is seated in the waiting room. She vomits blood and collapses on the floor; her family urgently contacts staff informing them of her problem. They ignore the complaint. The family becomes so panicked they call 911 from a payphone near the entrance, only to find that they too ignore the complaint, telling them that there is nothing that they can do. A bystander in the waiting room sees the distress and the blood on the floor, he too calls 911, this time the emergency

The streets of South Bellevue are some to never be forgotten. The neighborhood is filled with the joyous laughter of children and the archaic wisdom of the elderly. It is one of the few amicable communities among the busy city. Bellevue shields it’s people like a mom who graciously protects her young from the dangers of the outside world. Bellevue is a wonderful neighborhood with a variety of individual experiences.

“I got fired Zoe” her dad said, as he swiped a tear from his cheek

We have been to this lake two years in a row and my family and I love it. We live about eight hours away from it so we stayed with my grandparent the day before we went to save some time.

“Screw my daughter, she doesn’t matter to me anyway, she just reminds me of her mother, wherever she is. You’re more important to me baby,” Walker replied.

“She’s going to be mad, I really hope you know what you’re doing girl.” said Lisa. “I do.” Lisa and the crew left. Angelica sat in the waiting room, praying that Nine is okay. Hours had passed, Angelica dosed off, while sleeping the Doctor and the police walked up to her and said, “Excuse me Ma'am, Are you related to the deceased?” “Deceased.” said Angelica. The police said, “Maam, Are you related to her?” “No I’m not, I’m just a friend.” “Well, Maam it was brought to our attention that the deceased was brought in by you and other females, Where are the rest of the females who brought her in?” ask the police. “They left.” answered Angelica. “Maam, Come with us, we need to ask you a couple of questions.” said the officer. “I can’t, I have to get home.” said Angelica. “Please, come with us now, if you refused to come with us and answer a couple of questions we’ll be forced to hold you for 24 hours.” Angelica got up and followed the police officer to the

16. I had drove about fifteen miles out of Columbus when I had noticed Ol’ Faithful was starting to overheat. I was not prepared for what happened next. I had come to a curve, a big curve. The sign warned me that it was a sharp curve and to slow down to thirty miles per hour. As I started to slow down and turn my wheel, I suddenly realized I had no power steering. Next I realized I could hardly accelerate, especially uphill. I kept repeating, “I think I can, I think I can”. Immediately panicking, realizing all my problems I picked up my phone to call Michael, my boyfriend. One small problem; no cell phone service. The way Ol’ Faithful was acting, I knew I was not going to make it much further. However, I also knew that Arlington, WI, a very tiny town, with a gas station, was not too far from me. Luckily for me I made it to the BP gas station in

“It is a shame that her father left her...this happened because her mother failed her job as a wife...she is so young...what was her father thinking?”, my relatives whispered as they sipped their tea. My cousin’s face turned pale like the white blanket of snow falling outside the lodge at the camp in Lake Tahoe. Her expression held so many emotions as if it was a canvas of a painting to be gazed upon. I could see that she felt frustrated and tired of these rude remarks, and all I did was just stand there and caressed the back side of her hands, so I could comfort her. Suddenly, it felt like the air had thickened so much that even a hammer could not slash it into tiny bits. My cousin had not yet known why her father left the house yesterday.

“I’m in bad hands. You cannot save me from the horror someone has put on my family.” I say, but knowingly let her come to the rescue.

“Cas it cost a fortune to get you to go to this camp,” her mom yelled. Cas didn’t want to go because her least favorite person would be there. Cas walk to her closet and grabbed two suitcases full of clothes and a couple pairs of shoes.

One car, one wrench, and one roll of duct tape. That's all I needed to get a three and a half ton Yukon out of a “very broke down situation.” Hearing the car start clucking, I started to think “I’m gonna be awhile.” The Boston Mountain loops scenic roads are nice to drive but I guess I didn’t get to be lucky that evening in October. Besides the truck start to stalling out, going around the sharp curves on a hill with momentum was a thought of I’m going to crash. Not only did I have to fear that, but when I got pulled over, that the car kick out gear and go rolling down the hill. I did have some luck that day; having brought a toolbox with me.

The paramedic arrived, after checking the passenger, and pronounced him dead.” Suddenly, they heard a loud moaning sound coming from the trunk, one of the paramedics rushed to the back of the smashed car. After prying open the trunk, he said. “Oh, my God, would you look at that,” he said, when he saw a woman lying in the trunk with duct tape covering her mouth, hands, and feet. When she saw the officers, tears poured down her face as she struggled to get free.

“I’ll tell the nurse you’re here.” she opened a door and went down the hallway. The couple sat on the sofa. Soon several other family members arrived, after greeting each other, they sat down on the chairs. While waiting for news about the young couple, they made small talk, discussing the seriousness of the accident and each one relating stories about previous accidents involving them.

“We need to be there. We need to stop. Can we stop? I don’t feel well. Please, let’s just stop for the night. I”m going to be sick.”