Chapter One
Shattered Dreams-The End of the Line
In a small town, known to be full of lively cheer, it was ominously quiet that one rainy afternoon. The storm wasn’t a torrential downpour, but more of a dry rain. It was like the rain itself was devoid of life. The town square, usually full of people, somewhat like the town’s heart, was empty. The stillness in the air felt like it was unbreakable, as if the town went into a catatonic state. The only sound piercing the silence was the blaring of an ambulance’s siren heading towards St. Mercy, the town hospital, as fast as a jet taking off. The patient, who was living for the moment, was me. And I already had one foot in the grave!
I was not the only “civilian” in the ambulance. My two and only friends were with me, Lizzie and Corey. They were always there for me, and I may have been unconscious, but I could sense their presence. Lizzy’s tears moisten my face, as she wept, and I was unable to comfort her, and I wanted to badly. In the background, I could hear Corey yelling at the doctor.
“What do you mean you can’t save him” Corey yelled.
“I can’t, he’s D.O.A.” retorted the doctor.
“Try harder” shouted Corey, with choler apparent in his tone
“Stop fighting” wailed Lizzy with fervor “Fighting won’t help save Izizh”
Then the ekg on the monitor hooked up to me flat-lined. When Lizzy heard the flamboyant siren that the monitor echoed through the ambulance, she went into denial, while Corey eyed a question, or a demand to the doctor.
“There’s nothing I can do” said the doctor as he unhooked all the equipment from me “He’s dead”
Then it hit me, I can’t be dead if I can hear them!
Chapter 2
Scalpels – Fun to Play With but not to Eat
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...de a mistake. According to this you have no pulse. Time to use the digital one”
The jocks must have been furious. They think they have all the exclusive rights here at the school. They were probably thinking about beating me up just for the nurse using on of their things, and I use the word their lightly, without doing something stupid for them
“This can’t be right, according to this; you don’t have a pulse. All right, time to do this the old fashioned way.”
She put her hands on the place on my neck where people who want to check their own pulse. From the look on her face she must have felt nothing because she was paler than brand-new white linens. When I got up and asked her if she was finished she first put a cross in my face, shouted the power of Christ compels you, and then fainted, and that was the first of many awkward incidents to happen that day.
One of the hardest events that a soldier had to go through during the war was when one of their friends was killed. Despite their heartbreak they could not openly display their emotions. They could not cry because soldiers do not cry. Such an emotional display like crying would be sign of weakness and they didn’t want to be weak, so they created an outlet. “They were actors. When someone died, it wasn’t quite dying because in a curious way it seemed scripted”(19). Of course things were scripted especially when Ted Lavender died. It had happened unexpectedly and if they didn’t have something planned to do while they were coping they would all have broken down especially Lieutenant Cross. Cross...
Emely strolls into Saint Joseph’s Hospital with a smile on her face. She notices all the people around her. As she sees that all of the people are either missing limbs or are covered with white bandages, her smile grow larger.
“Get the doc now!” Mother shrieked. Bump, crash, bang, the stretcher carried my lifeless body down a populous hall. “Get and I-V now! Heart beats are slowing, we may need resuscitation, get me the shocks now!” “Oh my lord, no please don’t take my boy lord! Not now…” My mom snuffled. *Whimpers and cries”
Now that the summary is out there for all who did not get to read the story let’s make some connections to everyday life. In the story is it said by the author that, “All the while I hated myself for having wept before the needle went in, convinced that the nurse and my mother we...
I blacked out. Minutes later I was hearing the medic lady trying to communicate with me while she was strapping me down to the stretcher.
“Rosalie Ryan,” the doctor came in and asked. “I have some bad news to tell you…” as he said that everyone’s smiled disappeared. Everyone eyed him like he was about to give us some life threatening news.
I peered around through the rain, desperately searching for some shelter, I was drowning out here. The trouble was, I wasn’t in the best part of town, and in fact it was more than a little dodgy. I know this is my home turf but even I had to be careful. At least I seemed to be the only one out here on such an awful night. The rain was so powerfully loud I couldn’t hear should anyone try and creep up on me. I also couldn’t see very far with the rain so heavy and of course there were no street lights, they’d been broken long ago. The one place I knew I could safely enter was the church, so I dashed.
On my hospital bed, I sit and stretch out my arms to relieve some nervous tension. My room is nothing but dull grey walls and the smell of disinfectant. My ears perk up as I listen to doctors and nurses conversing outside. Their voices grow louder and louder as I hear their feet coming closer to my door. I crane my neck towards sounds, only to spot the brass knob of my door turning. My heart begins to race and my breathing becomes shallower. I quickly pull out a pocketknife from under my pillow and slip it into my pants pocket. Stealthily, I roll out of bed, forgetting about the various tubes attached to my body. I wince in pain and tears well up in my eyes as they get yanked ou...
“No Braden, she’s not dead,” a deep voice, belonging to my dad, reassures my six-year-old little brother. I try to pull my hands toward my ribs in an attempt to sit up, but in return: an excruciating pain shoots through my left arm; a shrill sound comes out of my mouth; and tears start flowing down my face.
Oh my God! Betsy!" It was my dad. I was disappointed and embarrassed of myself. I had let him down. My voice yelled for help as my heart beat rapidly with fear and relief. The car wobbled. I could feel the weight of the car lift slowly off me. For the first time, intense pain struck my lower half. "Crawl out of there," someone yelled to me. I pushed against the ground with all my might but I couldn't move. The pain was excruciating, nevertheless I could not feel the lower half of my body. I felt paralyzed. Still struggling to move, I felt strong arms glide around my shoulders and under my armpits. They drug me out of the way of the falling car. My dad had saved me. As I lie on the weed covered ground, several people surrounded me. I dreamily looked around and saw my sister sitting Indian style next to me, plastered in blood. She had run barefoot to the nearest house to call 911 and my dad. She was my angel. We sat there in shock. Was it just a dream? Everything had happened so fast. Every minute lying on that dirt felt like a lifetime. Strangers kept poking every inch of my body and bugging me with questions that I didn't have answers to. After that, the ambulance finally arrived. They rushed over to my sister and I and they asked me a number of questions that I obliviously answered and started to get me ready to go. With a bright orange brace around my neck they slowly pushed me onto a stiff
Running through the hospital’s long white halls, he thought that his mom was going to die. The paramedics were right in front of him, but it felt as if they were a mile away. Reaching his hand out, he began to holler: PLEASE STOP! PLEASE the words bristled from his mouth. He fell onto his knees, in front of him the white floor had droplets of blood that came out of his mother. Time passes, the boy lying on the floor, motionless, Just looking at the flickering light above. Footsteps approached, the boy remained motionless--not caring who it was. I’ve found the boy, over. Excellent nurse, bring him to O.R. #3. Gotcha.
I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect, invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white colour schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts.
‘I’ve been feeling weird all day.’ Shawn thought while lying down on the hospital bed fully awake. Upon hearing a sound, Shawn’s head shot up. ‘Sounds like someone’s coming, wait, it sounds like more than one person. I’m counting two. Huh, that’s weird, it’s 3:30 in the morning and the nurse already went through here on her rounds half an hour ago, strange.’ Shawn mused surprised. The footsteps were coming closer to his room so Shawn closed his eyes feigning sleep.
Suddenly I awake at the noise of sirens and people yelling my name. Where am I? Those words radiate out my thoughts but never touching my lips. Panic engulfs me, but I am restricted to the stretcher. “Are you ok?” said the paramedic. I am dazed, confused, and barely aware of my surroundings. Again “Yes, I am fine” races from my thoughts down to my mouth, but nothing was heard. Then, there was darkness.
jerking halt.I was snapped out of my daydreams and was clueless for a moment, but slowly I realised that an elderly uncle amongst us had fainted and he was not