A Nurse's Aesthetics-Personal Narrative

I wake up in a hospital bed, covered in a white sheet and a few tubes stick out of my arm. The aroma of wildflowers is strong. A machine to my right beeps three times before a nurse walks in. She carries a clipboard and smiles. Her long white lab coat slightly sways as she advances toward me. She has blonde curls that bounce slightly as she walks, a spring in her step. I instantly resent her happiness, it sickens me.

"You 're up. How are you feeling? we had to inject a large amount of anesthetic to calm you down. ' she asks me, her voice sounds almost like a birds. This woman can 't get any more perfect can she?

"Where is my family? Let me see them now!" I frantically scream at her as I sit up. Her smile fades and she no longer seems

"Please, no. I don 't want to leave you. Just let me-"

"GO AWAY!" shocked I turn and run out the door. The nurse follows close behind. she gently touches my shoulder and stops me. I brush it away and continue down the hall. I want out of this place. I want to wake up from this nightmare.

"You have to come back or I have to come get you." The nurse yells down the hall. I shake my head and continue running. The hall seems like it never ends, but soon I come to a dead end.

I sink down onto my knees and rock back and fourth. This can not be real. there 's no way. Again my eyes are filled to the brim with tears, threatening to spill out, but I hold them back. I have to stay strong no matter what. Gently a hand touches my shoulder and I am pulled to my feet. The same nurse from before is holding me but she no longer has that cheery attitude. She looks sullen and upset herself. Without a word she brings me back to the room with father and brother. I sit down in the wheelchair and force myself to look away from my loved ones. I 'm not sure if I want to face them myself anymore. They need rest and I cant let them see me like this. I

"Daddy, I love you."

He does not respond but only returns my remark with a slight grunt, like he does not believe my words. I can tell that there is a sort of change in the way he speaks to me. He seems to be full of anger and resentment, guilt and sadness. It 's no longer my father i once knew, no more love and compassion are present in his voice. I instantly have a longing in my heart, i just want my father and brother back to the way they were, and I wish that I had my mom back. tears threaten to spill out of my eyes but i hold them back as i look into my fathers eyes. They are no longer the bright eye color they use to be. a darkness has clouded them and they seem to have a hostile look