Double Compound Accident

I was sprinting as fast as i could to the ER for a “911” trauma. I walked into the room shouting, “What do we got?” over the frantic nurses, when i saw it. The perfect shard of glass spearing through this poor girl's heart. “This isn't a silent night anymore” I whispered to myself, rushing up to the operation room with her.

My time in the hospital was such a haze, in what felt like a day or so a total of was 2 weeks had passed. Going home was a strange feeling since I had almost forgot what home was being gone so long from it. When the doctor had removed the wrapping around my head, it was like all the memory of the event had been released at once. The story of how my sister had dug her nail in my eye and subsequent reenactment. I never expected to have my sight be scared by such a close person and fro them to repeat their action twice. I was in my room that Thursday afternoon having just come back from school I was placing my backpack to the side when it happened.

They swarmed around me. The tears felt like fire. I heard worried, faint murmurs. “she's not going to make it”, and they're reassuring my crying, helpless parents, “she's going to be alright”. Even though I was so young, I thought that this was it. The fear. The pain. The sorrow. The memories still haunt me to this day.

When I saw my aunt and uncle walk into the waiting room, fresh tear stains streaked upon their cheeks, I knew. When my uncle opened his mouth to say something and nothing came out but a child like squeal, my heart was torn in half. When someone finally said the words ‘she’s gone’ to the family members that had just arrived, getting my extremities cut off of my body one by one would have most certainly hurt less. I shut down and sat in that too clean smelling hospital room, little by little people began to say their good-byes to each other and leave, while I just sat. My grandpa walked in and I looked up at the red neon clock on the wall to see that a hour had passed. Without saying a word, he motioned and walked with me out of the room to the end of the hallway where my sister and cousin were sitting. The corner where the four of us sat, you could look out the windows into a sea of city

The next thing I was inside my dad’s truck drinking Juicy Juice while my mom and grandma tried to get my knee to stop bleeding. When we got to the hospital in Birmingham, Alabama we ran into the Emergency Room entrance and the lady at the desk saw my knee. She immediately called a doctor into a room where he looked at my knee and removed what he could of metal and barbed wire. They carried me into another room and they wanted to put stitches

It was a hot, summer day at a beach resort, which contained hundreds of little houses, each one for a visiting family. After running around in the blazing sun, my friend and I stopped by his house for a quick beverage. Ready to keep going, we decided to hop over the veranda as it was a shorter exit. The veranda was in the back of the old, brown, one floored wooden house. The distance from the top of the veranda to the ground was no more than four feet, and jumping over it seemed like an easy task. After my friend hopped the veranda, it was my turn. However, on the way down, one of my feet slipped and I fell down… hard. As I looked over to my right, my right arm was completely broken. My friend looked perplexed when he saw what happened. The bones of my forearm formed a ninety degree angle and it looked like I had two elbows. I had to repeatedly tell him to run to my house and get my mother as fast as he could. For a while, I was clueless as to why I felt no pain; later I learned it was due to adrenaline. When my mother arrived, she remained calm and called the ambulance after asking if I felt alright. I expected her to yell at me and go berserk, but to my surprise, she looked composed as ever. However, years after the incident, I learned that she cried and shook on the inside. Nonetheless, she remained strong and assured me that everything would be

The adults were all arguing about whether or not to take me to the emergency room. My father and my grandfather didn’t believe that my leg could be broken. They did not believe it until my Aunt Darla described what she heard when the colt kicked. She heard the most hair raising snapping, one that would bring shivers up your spine. Once they heard that, the whole feeling in the room changed. It became silent, and there was an odd feeling around. Nobody moved until my father decided that it was probably best to

I was scared, scared to look down at whatever was going on down there. Jacob immediately pulls out his phone and dials 9-1-1. "What's your moms number," he says right after the paramedics are on their way. She rushes down and barely beats the paramedics there. As I lay there with my face in the boiling asphalt I can hear the paramedics pulling up. Their boots marched like soldiers as they approached me. They asked me several questions to make sure I didn't hit my head but i barely wanted to talk, I was stuck in shock. After they loaded me up on morphine they strapped me up and took me to the hospital in a helicopter. If I looked down at my feet I can see all the city lights as we flew over them but i could barely keep my head up because of all the medication. I remember laying in a room where they asked my parents questions and then slowly falling asleep until the next morning. I woke up and heard my parents talking to the doctor. They were having a good conversation while drinking their coffee I can hear the laughs. The doctor said, "he won't even need a cast for this one." " What do you mean?" Mom asked. "Well all he really needs are some rods and pins so we just need to perform some leg

My father and I willingly stayed at the hospital that night. Missing eight days of school within a span of three weeks, I continually struggled with a heavy sense of powerlessness, looking for ways to affect change in the situation. Many days I held her ashen hands, massaged her feet, and put ice packs on her forehead when her fever increased. I wanted to take care of her the way she had always done for me, but as a small twelve year old boy, I knew I could never come close and yet, I tried my

I was at my babysitter’s, situated on a prodigious cube playing Monkey In The Middle with a few friends who threw the ball from the ground. It was constantly streaming over our heads, when suddenly, the ball clobbered into my face, and before I knew what to do, I had landed on the dirt, my arm in excruciating pain. The only thing I felt like I could do was mewl. It was as if the only thing I even knew at that moment. I was taken back inside and the babysitter left to call my mother, and I was put onto a reclining chair, bawling my eyes out, and my friends surrounding me. Although I cannot remember exactly what they were doing, that isn’t important to my story. What was important is that I was in agony. It was unendurable...

It was a long couple of days, but two three days later I was out of the hospital with a big blue cast. It made my life in school so much harder. Many people had signed it. I had to write with my left hand, I had to have someone carry my tray at lunch, I couldn’t do much at recess, and everyone crowded me like I had just gone to the moon and everyone is asking me what’s it’s like there. All I heard was what happened, and are you okay? I was tuckered out. A couple weeks later I got my cast off and got my stitches out. That hurt and was very scary. The doctor had this chainsaw thing that a puny insane maniac would use. After they got the cast off and I was about to leave, the doctor

I could hear the heartbeat monitors and crying down the hallway and I could feel the nervousness throughout my body. My Father Ambrocio, was undergoing surgery on his back due to an injury on the job. The thought that anything could happen in the operation room was too much. We were in Long Beach California for three days of pure fear for my Father's life but inside, I knew, that this fear will not last forever.

Everyone quickly turned their heads as soon as they heard the agonizing scream of pain. The scream was long and high pitched and it spread through the ears of everyone within distance. In confusion, they all ran in the direction of the scream, huddling around a blonde haired girl with her hands wrapped around her knee. There were oodles of whispers about what was happening, but nobody had a complete grasp on the situation. Dazed and dismayed, I was the girl in the purple leggings and everyone was staring at me wondering why I was lying in the sand screaming and crying. Soon, adults and doctors were hovering me asking questions that I just couldn’t answer. I wasn’t aware of how it happened, I only knew how excruciating my pain was. My kneecap was sticking out of the side of my right leg and due to that, I felt overwhelmed and panicked. My eyes couldn’t move from my knee despite how unbearable it was to lay my eyes on. I never imagined I would have knee problems again after already having 2 surgeries on my left knee. The feeling was so devastating, I have injured myself once again and the pain was not yet over.

I immediately stood up, felt weird, and started crying as I jogged across the field. I realized my head was bleeding because there was blood dripping onto my glasses. I felt ready to pass out. I didn’t think I could make it any further with being this nerve - explosive feeling because I did not know how big this wound, which means bruise was because no human can see their forehead so for this case I just kept whaling with a bunch of tiny breaths at once I finally made it to the healthcare room. The people there helped me wash and put an ice pack on my wound. There was a bit more traffic than usual so my mom took a few more minutes to get there than usual. Once she had arrived I started crying because she was finally here and my stress would be resolved. The second she saw me she took a moment to start to remember the wound without looking at it and then she told me that I would have stitches put in and I was worried for myself so I cried out,” I don’t want to get stitches!” over and over again but she stated that staples are hard pieces of tape and stitches are better. I got in the car and stopped crying and we drove for a

It was august 4 3:47pm just 5 minutes before my arm would crack. My neighbor and I were upstairs in my room when she said “I’m bored let’s go outside. After 2 minutes we left my room and went into the hall. I slipped my shoes on half way and thought, once i’m in the living room I will put them on completely. The railing of the stairs measured, right by my waist, so I locked my arms. I had just started to go to the third step when my right leg slipped and I fell,landing seated.