Stitches: A Short Story

I woke up startled and didn’t know where I was. I had an IV in my arm and my parents were staring at me. The doctor came in

One early morning I was getting ready for school because me and my nana had to take my papa to the big truck. I got in the truck so we could take my papa to the big truck and I fell asleep on the door and had no seatbelt on. So then my nana had to get the pepis out of the side of the truck I was on and she opened the door and I fell out and hit my head on the concerte. I was crying bad and that meant I was going to be late for school. Then went to aunt’s house so she could check out my head and she told us to go to the hospital douglas so they could check my head and they glued it back told so it would hold and they wrapped it so I could go to school. I did not want to go to school but my mom and nana made go. I went to school

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was my mom, seated on a chair, smiling at me. I was in hospital bed, and there were curtains around me. I watched the small TV in the corner of the room since I couldn’t talk to my mom. A nurse came in soon after, and told me I could go. She helped me stand up, and walked me to a wheelchair. I was then wheeled out of the hospital after changing out of my gown. I was slightly drowsy on the ride back home, since the gasses still had some effect.

When I woke up my family was surrounding me and my hand was all wrapped up. Finally we left the hospital, we had a day left until we went back to Minnesota, but I didn’t enjoy it after an exhausting night.

Then, we looked at the corner of the house.She sall us and then I turned around. And I was going to run until I hit my head on a air conditioning box.I did not notice I was bleeding until my cousin told me.I ran upstairs and told my mom my mom was freaking out.

We were all scared. My grandpa, dad and I running straight into the track. The only thought there was in my mind was, he isn 't okay. Making sure that he turns over and lays on his back as someone calls 911, I left to go get the cart from the trailer. As I left the track to get it, I start crying, fearing the worst. I run back the track and have my dad help me put the car on the trailer cart and pull it back to the trailer and run back to my uncle. As I got back to my uncle, he was talking some intolerable words. After a few minuets, I heard my name from him.

As I slung my arm forward to release the ball, my grandmother turned to see who was coming up the driveway. She only turned for a split second, turned back to face me, and BAM! She had been hit right in the nose with the hardest ball I had ever thrown. We all heard the loud crunch and my grandmother immediately dropped to her knees. It seemed as if time stood still. It just so happened to be my aunt that was pulling into the driveway. She pulled up to what looked like a scene out of a horror movie with blood everywhere. All of my cousins ran around screaming and I was just frozen in place. My aunt jumped out her car as fast as she could and yelled, “Oh my gosh! Mama, are you ok?” Blood overflowed my grandmothers hands as she cupped them around her nose. She was unable to answer. My aunt then told me to run inside to grab ice and an old towel. It seemed as if I could not run fast enough through the house. I scavenged everywhere trying to find a towel, but I then realized they were all in the washing machine. I grabbed the closest thing I could find which just so happened to be one of my old softball

I closed my eyes real quick and opened them and I was in the hospital. All my friends and family were their surrounding me. When I looked down I had broken both of my legs when I was hit by the car.

Luckily, there were grownups outside, and they called for my grandmother and mother. Grandma and Mom heard them calling because fortunately their window was down in the car at the time. They hurried up and pulled back in the driveway. They ran to see what the commotion was and why they were getting called back to the yard. My great uncle pulled the sticky bush out of my jaw and there was a big hole. It was leaking blood. Eventually, all the people outside were startled because they literally could see through my jaw. I bled through all my clothes and all the ones that were given to me. I was rushed, in my grandmother’s car, and to the

My mom burst through the door telling me to wake up.(sv) I pick up my phone and see that it's 5:30 in the morning, I get up. I gather my belongings while listening to music. My mom hurries me, telling me that we need to go. I ask my mother where we're going & she says Oklahoma.I got in the car by 6 a.m. I put My seatbelt on and went straight to sleep (svv). Of course, My mom had her music all the way up so I didn’t get enough sleep. Our first stop was at a gas station to go to the restroom, I woke up and wasn’t feeling good at all, my nose was stuffed, my eyes were watery, my voice was kind of going away, and my face just looks terrible. My mom comes back into the car and says:

While they were trying to close the crack that was on my forehead by stitching it, I kept moving so they had to put me into a jacket that had straps. Like in asylums they have that weird jacket so the patient don’t attack or something. Yeah, those jackets similar to that. I got 7 stitches on my forehead. 7 stitches! I thought it wasn’t that big of a cut.

So one day I was hanging out with some friends we were just sitting in my room then we decided to go longboarding. After we came up a hill and one of my friends decided to go down the hill on are stomach. As we lined up getting ready to go down the hill my cousin went down the hill first so we were zooming down the hill going, so fast then as i hit a pebble I fly off the board as i was coming to the road i braced myself with my hand skinning my hand also tearing some of my flesh off of my hand. I stood up instantly as my hand was gushing blood everywhere the blood was painting the road with the blood .

It’s 8:54 p.m. I hear keys and the door opening. I run down the stairs to the door and standing right in front of me is my mother. My mother had me up all night worrying about whether she was ok or not. My mom takes off her shoes and asks me to come sit on the couch with her. We sit down and my mom begins to speak.

A 100 Mph typhoon of destruction if you guessed hurricane you is right. The definition is a tropical cyclone. When it hits 74 Mph it is consider a low category 1 hurricane. Hurricanes cause much of destruction. Hurricanes do not kill from the wind. They kill from the storm surges. How does our nation protect us? What should we do to insure our safety? What are some of the consequences if we do not protect ourselves? All of those questions will be answered. How can a nation prepare for a hurricane? They could set up warnings for people who will feel the impact of the storm. This way so people know my state or my country is at risk. This leads to my next way which is evacuation. Evacuating is very important. Sometimes it is a life or death situation,

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.