My Doctor 's Name Was Dr. Campian

We started speeding down the road to meet the ambulance. Upon meeting them I was rushed to Wilcox Memorial Hospital, bumping my dad from the operating room right before he his knee surgery. I wasn't suspected to make it, as I had lost seventy percent of my blood. But somehow, with the help of God, I underwent several surgeries and within the next few days I was stabilized and discharged from the hospital.

That day it went by to fast my brother and I tried spending as much time as I could with my dad. That night I went to bed sad I didn’t know if i would wake up in time to say goodbye to him. That morning I woke up and ran to see if my dad was still here. I ran into the kitchen first where I saw him eating ready to leave. He said that they were going to pick him up in ten minutes. Next thing you know we here a knock on the door. I went to answer the door it was some men in uniforms they were there to pick my dad up. My dad said goodbye to us I started to cry when he was leaving and so did my brothers and mom.

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

I was woken up with mom at the foot of my bed saying “Wake up sweetheart wake up” it is a beautiful day in Canada witch is where I live. As I get the gunk out of my eyes so I could so my mother clearly and I ask her what was wrong because she had never woke me up at 5:45 in the morning with out it being bad or something happened to the family. I got scared and my father, sister, and brother came into my room and was saying.“Calm down your going to be okay just pack your clothes,some of your personal items,and some food NOT caned food". Next I was getting ready and Carter my brother came into my room witch he had never done and told me him and dad would protect Kelsey, mom, and myself. As I walked into the kitchen we all picked different kinds of food and water. We started walking out the door and I said "Wait I need my picture of all my friends so i would remember them"so I went and got it.

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

Have you ever walked down that white tile floor that reeked of bleach, with a bouquet of roses and daisies, all tied into one? Well, I have. My brother was in a small hospital room for a little over a week, trying to recover from a car accident with a minor concussion. I remember standing close by my dad as we went into the huge elevator filled with people. I slowly made my way to the far right corner and waited till our stop. As the elevator ringed, we snuck out of the crowd of people and turned the corner. I knocked on the door. The door slowly squeaked opened with a nurse on the other end. I look over to the bed; my brother had needles and wires stuck into him like a pincushion. But yet, he still managed to get some sleep. I set the box of chocolates on the table beside him, and then set my own self onto the small, unpleasing couch. Trying to get comfortable, I

When I regained consciousness I was in the hospital lying on the bed with my parents beside me. As I came back to my senses and realized

“Boom”!! Immediately my parents came upstairs like they were going to go run a race, and like they were going to win.They saw my door opened. My sister came to my room with her phone, and says” should i call the doctor, or should I call 911, or wait should I go get your phone and call the doctor”. “Go get my phone, and call the doctor as quick as possible” dad reply after hearing my sister Brooklyn talk a lot. And then, they heard someone knocking on the door and that was the doctor so Brooklyn opened the door, and while she was opening the door they tried to wake me up by calling my name a millions of times.But, wait I think you want to listen to the whole story.

It was a small wood building kind of like a barn. And we walked in and my mother asked for Mr. Fredrickson and the nurse said “Right this way.” We followed her to the room door I was shaking and nervous my mom was too. I put my hand on the cold steel door knob; I turned it and slowly and opened it gently. There was my dad lying on the bed, we looked at each other and I yelled “Papa!” I was so glad to see him just like he was glad to see us. After my mother, father, and I caught up on things and talked for a while the doctor slowly opened the door and said “You are able to leave, all you need is this.” She said after pulling a wheelchair from behind herself. We all gave each other hugs. I was so happy that my father could come

It was a Thursday night at around 12 P.M. when I finally fell asleep I was nervous because the next day I was getting my wisdom teeth cut out. My dad woke me up a 5 A.M. to get me some chicken broth because I couldn't eat or drink anything after 6 A.M. I went to school tired and hungry but I lived through it. After school I went home for about 40 minutes waiting for my mom the get home to take me to get my wisdom teeth cut out. When we got to the place we had to wait about 20 minutes and then they called my name. They brought me into a room and sat me down talked to my mom and I for a couple minutes and then they put an I.V into my arm and put me to sleep. When I woke up there was a woman there that told me to sit in the chair she had in front

I got into the back of the ambulance this was my first time so I asked if it would be okay if I layed down on the bed the man whose name I forgot shortly after he told me first took my pulse he asked me what happened and I told him. After he took my pulse I asked him to look at my head because I was really worried about it he told me I was okay and just had a little cut on my ear. I asked him if we should go to the hospital but he said it was up to my mom so we would have to wait until she arrived. Around this time is when Reiley’s mom showed up and I felt so bad that this happened on the day she lost her aunt. I told her I was sorry for piling this on top of her loss she told me not to be sorry. Suddenly a strange woman came into the ambulance she looked hispanic and I had never actually met her before I asked how she was and why she was there and she apologized and said she thought I was her granddaughter in all honestly I’m not sure why she thought this because I didn’t look anything like her. But she left and I told Reileys mom to go be with Wes and see how Reiley was

As I walked into the hospital, it was filled with sad, gross people. It was like they were zombies or something. The place was all dark and black, while people had fangs and green faces like witches. The wallpaper was slowly peeling off the walls and behind them were dead people hanged or supernatural creatures butchering them. A zombie nurse with pink scrubs came out and called me in. Her skin was crystal clear. You saw all her red, gummy-like intestines being all bloody and small. I felt like an outcast and scared. I thought it was for Halloween, but it was real. I didn’t know what to do. The nurse examined me and was amazed I was still alive. The nurse’s name is Isabella. She started pointing at me and I was looking around confused. I started

Guillaume who took a bunch of x-rays of my back. He then met with my parents and me and showed us the results. He started to talk about scoliosis and how if it gets bad enough it could start to hurt your internal organs. He said they need to do surgery for anyone who has a 50 degree or more curve. He then started to use his computer screen to measure the curve of my back. It was 53 degrees!! This meant surgery! Spinal fusion surgery! I was so scared. Would it hurt? Bars and screws in my back? Would I ever play sports again? I knew it was serious when I saw the look on my mom and dad’s face. They were scared

As I slowly opened my eyes and drew in a breath, I started to realize where I was, I didn’t quite remember how I got there but I know that somehow I ended up in a hospital. There was a nurse in there who suddenly let out a gasp. Odd I thought, she quickly rushed out of the room and in what felt like an hour but really was a minute, came back with my parents and a doctor. My mom was sobbing and ran over to embrace me in a huge hug. After giving my mom and I a minute, the doctor walked over to me and started to explain what happened.

Back to the surgeon again. “Why do I still have this pain?” I asked. The