Kristien's Traditon: A Narrative Fiction

I fell. This felt like I didn’t have a wrist. But I got back up really carefully and went up to the lounge to my dad and sister. Ah, Ah, Dad I think I broke my wrist. No you didn’t. It was swelling up, It hurt so bad I couldn’t even believe this was happening.

“This is where I was raised, same as Vin over there, and the others.” I struggle to my feet to examine my new injury. It wasn’t broken like I first thought, he just knocked the bone out of its socket. I would need one of the others to help me pop it back in later. I need to find the painkillers.

Cole.” Still in a foggy daze, she shot upright “What’s wrong?” A gray-haired doctor stood in front of her, “Nothing is wrong, I wanted to let you know that your student, Cassandra, is finally awake. The tranquilizer dosage, plus the...events of last night really did a number on all of them.” Cleo looked at the door and then to Thomas “How is he?” The doctor shuffled a little from under his skin “He is stable. In fact, he’s normal: brain waves, heartbeat, respiration, all normal. In theory, he should be running laps around me...” Cleo looked at him, she knew there was more he wasn’t telling her “Then, why is he still asleep?” The doctor took a breath and lowered his clipboard to his side “He’s not sleeping, he’s in a coma. It isn’t uncommon in traumatic scenarios for something like this to happen, but it makes their recovery time unpredictable.” She raised her hand to her mouth and stared back to her husband “You don’t know when he’ll wake up?” The doctor lowered himself slightly “To be honest, with as much as I know about psychic induced coma... I couldn’t say if he will wake up. Let alone when.” Cleo grabbed the corner of the bed to steady herself “Is there anything I can do?” He shook his head “It’s just a waiting game. If you really want to help, the best you can do is visit him, talk to him. Just let him hear your voice, talk about your day and let him know that you’re thinking about him....that you want him to wake

As we focused on finishing up our English tests, Sarah suddenly had a seizure and would have fallen to the floor if I had not caught her. “Help! Someone please get the nurse!” I shouted while holding Sarah’s body and head. “Sarah, Are you ok? Please wake up. Help is on the way.” I urged. However, Sarah did not respond and was unconscious. I could see the fear and anxiety in her eyes, and involuntarily opened mouth. She continued shivering, her whole body turning cold. I rapidly wrapped my arms around her shoulders to keep her warm. It was my junior year of high school and the first time that I had close contact with a “patient.” Nervous and worried, I did my best to comfort her.

When I got to the hospital they explained very slowly, “You are going to lose your hand because of the big piece of metal that went through your wrist and up your arm.”

It had been twelve days since the accident, and with every minute that had passes Jordan thinks he’s getting closer to losing his mind. His chest had constricted when he had seen her limp, doll-like form stretched out on the operating table, the beep of the machine the only thing giving any sign of her still living. The doctors’ faces had been grim, telling him that she had a chance, but it was a slim

Tracie couldn't believe that she was caught up in such a crazy predicament while on her way to the alter. She really loved Sean, but the way Bola was making her feel she couldn't resist. His hand slowly rubbed up her thighs and pulled down her garter.

"I.. I fell" Alexis cried. The pain clear in her watery eyes, she showed him her injured elbow. Nothing serious, maybe a band aid and an extra scoop of ice cream will do the trick.

“You have to come,” she begged and all I could hear at the moment was my fast breathing. My pale hands were sweaty and I felt my heart beating rapidly. I looked into her hazel eyes and I couldn’t deny her offer. On July 5th, my friend Kristy invited me to a, “Coleadero” and event that I’ve never heard of or been to. When Kristy invited me to go with her to the “Coleadero” I didn’t want to attend the event because I felt I wasn’t going to enjoy it. Even so, I still went because my mom frequently told me to not judge an event before experiencing it.

Once he was on the ground, I quickly tied a tourniquet with my belt just above his knee and formed a rough split. He would need medical attention soon. We made a stretcher. Corban was awake and aware of the situation now. We were going to have to move him. Without the proper pain medication… “Corban, we have to move you to the beach. It is going to be extremely painful. You can yell and scream as much as you want. We will try to make it as easy as possible. Okay?” I said. He looked at me with understanding eyes, nodded his head, and gritted his teeth. “Alright everyone, this is going to be difficult but not impossible we have to move as one person. Drew and Abi will take the front of the stretcher Samii and Hannah the sides. I will take the back. Any questions? Alright. Drew and I will lift Corban up while the rest of you slide the stretcher under him ok?” Solemnly nodding, we slowly lift Corban. He let out a blood curdling scream. The girls stunned for a moment shook it off and move the stretcher underneath him. We gently put him down. His breathing was fast and his pallid face dripped with sweat. “Alright let’s go.” The rest of the day was comparatively easy to getting Corban down to the beach. Hannah never let go of his hand and Samii soothingly talked to him interrupted by the stark cry of a human in immense pain. We got to the beach and

This story starts with our teenager Rin, at his fourth part time job this month as he has been kicked from his other three part time jobs. Rin sighs in relief as it is almost time for him to go back to the church for dinner. Rin starts to look at the clock but before he can turn to the customer who was done grocery shopping and to pay for their grocerys, the front sliding doors to the small supermarket busts opens with shards going everywhere. “The heck…” Rin starts to say but is grabbed and thrown into a shelf with goods on it by what looked like a goblin in black and dark green. Just as I was about to get up, I was grabbed by throat and was told “were coming for you…” the demon still speaks but as I lost air, I couldn’t understand what he was saying anymore, and he vanished

“Her arm is broken”, were the last words that I could recollect later that day. That day

When she tried to get up from a bed that she was on, she couldn’t. She was restrained by what looked like leather straps. “Oh no,” Shanon murmured as she looked at her surroundings. She could make out other rooms with window much like that of which she was in. She had vivid memories of this location, or another like it. “Aha,” Shanon said when she remembered what the name of the building she was in was called. She was in a hospital.

“What wrong? It’s not that bad. Okay, I’ll be honest, it looks way worse than it is. It really doesn’t hurt at all,” I said.

The precise splinting of *this* break was now more crucial than ever. Greg gathered the sticks and ties from the old splint that lay scattered about. Knowing the pain that would be coming, he put a soft stick between his teeth, and took a slow deep breath. The torture of straightening out the bones began, one bone at a time, and he completely bit through the stick.