Journal One Revealed: A Narrative Fiction

“No, all the tox reports are clear.” “Sexual assault?” “I am not too sure,” she said quietly. “I have not been able to examine her or speak to her about that.”

“Tell me more than that! You should know these kind of things. Is she going to have to stay at the hospital?”

When you look up hero in the dictionary it reads: a person, typically a man, who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. If you were to ask a five year old what he or she thought a hero was, they would give you an

Lexie nodded before she turned her head with sound of an opening door. “Mom. They need you. She’s seizing.” Brooklyn stated quickly causing the three doctors in the room to dash into the room. They quickly got the seizure under control and Sarah groggily came to soon

Mom’s decision of not letting us see Grandma one last time was definitely for the best. I thank her today for not letting us in there because now all I see when I think of my grandma is her bright smile that could light up a room full of

“There are a couple different treatments we could do, however I personally think that the chemo is our best option. There will be a long hard road ahead of us, but I think we can do it! Now your cancer hasn’t spread yet and that’s why I think it is best to start as soon as we possibly can. Here’s what we can do…” the doctor went on and on and on. It was so hard to (even (omit)) grasp what he was saying. So much was running through my head. I was beginning to cry again, but this time I in a private room instead of in front of a waiting room full of people. “Why don’t we go for a little walk. Maybe to get a snack or something.” Caleb thought it was a good idea because he figured I needed to just get away from all the talk of chemo and treatments and well, cancer. He could see the fear in my eyes. “I’m so scared.” I thought I was crying as hard as I possibly could but boy was I wrong. “I know you are, and you have the right to be, it’s a scary thing. But you know that I will be here for you through everything, okay. I’m not going anywhere.” The doctor said I needed a good support system, and man did I have the

When the emotions are put aside, DNA testing is a bewildering tool and a marvelous way to recognize the potential of one’s health. Results from a DNA test can be useful to plan ahead (Nazaret 63). A genetic test can detect “more than 100 rare but significant genetic diseases” (Nazaret 63). The simple test can save lives. By giving a person the chance, if possible, to prevent the disease from surfacing, can also improve their overall health. These genetic tests are becoming more inexpensive as their popularity has increased over the past several years (Gomy 16). The decreasing price has been an opportunity for genetic tests to spread among the public, and it has the chance of saving many lives even before the disease or cancer surfaces.

“I wouldn’t worry about it! It might just be a common cold she’s experiencing if anything!”

It was a warm summer evening, Crate was laying down while John was working on his work project. Crate felt different, she felt ill. Her stomach hurt...a lot. “What’s wrong honey?” “I think, I think..” “You think what?” “I think my water just broke!”. He immediately shoved her into the car and drove her to the hospital. When they got there it was almost too late. She was in labor for hours. John had gotten so worried that he broke into her room and held her hand. “Why are you here?” Crate asked, “Did you hear what the doctor said?”. “No,” John said as he went towards her bed “What did he say?” Crate thought about if she should tell him the truth or not, it was too risky but, she had made her decision. “The baby~~~She’s not going to make it..”.

I don't think I'm stronger than the next person who has dealt with the agonizing loss of a family member. I know I’m not. And I don't wish that it had to be this way. I wish I could've had the time to see her more but my schedule this fall didn't allow it. There are sentiments I wish I would've shared with

There’s so much to say and so little words to say it with. First of all, I love and miss you. Everybody loves and misses you, especially Kalli. It’ll be two months since you passed when I turn this assignment in, but I have a feeling it will still feel

Memoir- Losing My Best Friend I remember everything as if it were yesterday. The shock, the sadness, the pain, and the sickness she had to suffer. I remember sitting beside her, holding her hand as she had IV’s put into her arms. I remember the conversations we had; she’d explain to me how she just wanted to go outside again; she’d be enthusiastic for the day she got out of the hospital; we made plans for when she beat cancer. Two years have gone by so fast, and there hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about her.

"Ah, don't worry about it kid," He paused, "I'm more worried about how much you worked yourself up for this! Well anyway, I need to run a few blood tests and make sure you two are a match first."

Soon enough, it did get better, for a little bit. Victoria thought she had found a way to make herself happy again. "Maybe it will stay better," she told herself, "hopefully". It was better for a few weeks, Victoria was truly happy. She had forgotten those who did her wrong, and she started a new chapter in her life. However, life decided to take another swing at her, it wasn 't quite done hurting her yet. "Hey, I miss you," was the text Victoria got from her now ex-boyfriend that night. She was having the time of her life with Anna, her best friend, the one who was there for her when no one else was. They hadn 't hung out together in a few weeks. They were having so much fun. Then, the text came, it ruined Victoria 's mood for the night. She began shaking, the anxiety was

Finn’s POV I felt so bad for her. I didn’t know what to do. Then I remembered we almost kissed right before the cops came. I wanted so bad to help her but I did not know how. I told her to stay safe and as she left the room fell silent. “Y/n an handle this. She can handle anything, she's tough.” Scott said. “Yeah, she’s only been a strong person.” Jacob explained. “I feel so bad for her.” Ayla replied. “Her dad, well. Her dad has never been her favorite person in the world. Trust me. Whatever happens she will fight through it because that's what she does.” Jaeden told us.