“Where the heck am I?” I thought as I tried to jump out of the hospital bed.
My feet touched the floor and i heard multiple footsteps rushing towards the door to my hospital room. I inhaled sharply as three doctors walked in. One asked
“Yasmin how are you feeling?”
The other asked “Are you okay?”
The third one asked “How many fingers am I holding up?”
I took a deep breath before answering these strange doctors.
“I feel fine” I answered the first doctor
“Yea I’m okay at least I think I am” was the answer to the second
“You’re not holding any fingers up” I answered the third doctor.
All the doctors exhaled with obvious relief.
“Does someone want to tell me why I’m in a hospital bed?” I asked with a hint of annoyance in my voice.
The doctors all looked at each other and at last one of the doctors stepped forward and asked,
“Do you remember anything?”
I silently studied the man. He was balding, short, and he had one of the doctor robes on that was obviously way too big on him.
“No I—wait where is my mom??” I crazily looked around the room as if she would magically appear.
“WHERE IS SHE?” I shouted.
The doctors looked at each other and nodded. Suddenly I felt a sharp sting and everything slowly faded to black.
“Stop the car please!!!!!” mom yelled at the taxi driver,
” Aint nobody got time for that!” he yelled straight back at her.
“Mom what’s going on?” I asked confused. “Watch out for that…!” she screamed to no one in particular.
“MOM!!!!!” I screamed.
Then, it felt like the sun was coming towards me. So much light…… I awoke to see the doctors standing over me.
“Did they all die?” I asked him, not wanting to know the answer.
“We couldn’t find the driver but yes your mom is no longer with us” he answered quietly.
“So what’s going to...
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“Who are you show yourself” I commanded weakly
Slowly I saw a form come into view. It was my mom.
“So you are not dead!” I exclaimed happily
“Actually I am dead but there’s no changing that” she sadly informed me “there is one way we can still be together...”
“What do you mean mom” I asked “the only way we would be together is if I died—“?
She had this look in her eyes. Just looking into them I knew what she expected me to do.
“You want me to die like you” I said in a monotone.
“It’s the only way baby” she said softly
“I understand.” I responded “I know what I have to do”
I slowly scaled down the stairs. I reached the end of the hall. Without one final glance back I ran. Through the door. Into the street and into the cold dark night. I won’t live forever but it’s my job to live my life to the fullest. Without parental help of course that is.
A doctor, Dr. Musoke, and nurses immediately wheeled him into a room and began tr...
“You’re not going to take care of her any more.” As I was saying this I looked Daisy in the eyes.
It dawned on me that I couldn’t be moved because the pain was too great, and I had already lost so much blood that it would be a matter of time before I would lose too much. I had finally come to realization with my
I quickly sit up as the nurse’s and doctor's flood into the room. I look around noticing the parents outside the room. The mother's eyes full of tears. The father tried to calm down the mother without making a difference. I stand up and walk out of the room into the lobby.
If a doctor didn't come and talk to us soon, I was going to march my way into one of those rooms and find the doctor myself. It was cruel to keep us waiting so long without answers; I was going crazy with worry.
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.
I tried looking Krista in the eye, but it was hard. I was confused, ashamed. From the other room, I heard Daniel shout that he’d found the book he was looking for.
...aren't they?” My voice is a mere whisper, and I know the doctor hasn't heard me correctly. I repeat myself. “You don’t have to give me a speech, Doctor. I know they’re dead.”
Once upon a time, it seems, physicians were wise and good, and medicine was an art. That's the feeling I get reading from the Chahar Maqala, tales from a time when doctors diagnosed lovesick princes from a urine sample, a pulse, and a review of local geography.
I was kicking, screaming, and making excuses so that they could let me go. Two nurses held me down and tried to calm me down. The surgeon put a mask on me and told me to count to ten. The mask smelled like cherries, I couldn’t resist not smelling it. The room was spinning and all of a sudden it was pitch black.
As we walked into the surgery wing, I began to feel a little nervous, "Snap out of It!" I told myself, "I have
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...utes later, I saw Dr. Lavan, the head doctor, walk out, talking to a nurse. “Doctor,” my Dad said faintly.
“No, why? What is wrong with you? Are you sick or something?” I replied showing confusion on my face.