I had never felt so sick or so scared before. The nurses acted fast, administering an antidote to the Tylenol through an IV in my arm. As soon as my mom heard the news, she dropped everything and made the two-hour drive to the hospital, arriving after midnight. I felt ashamed that she had to see me in that state, and guilty for how much I must have worried her. I spent my first two days there hooked up to machines and too weak to stand up for longer than a couple minutes at a time, and she stayed by my side.
I felt myself fading away. I didn’t know what to think, what to say, how to react. I was stuck. I could hear in the distance my mom justifying herself and asking me to not tell anyone, as if I could. The walk back to my room seemed like an endless tunnel with no light at the end.
My eyes were closed. I could not move, but I could hear everything. Doctors were yelling and frantically scurrying all around me. I could hear the shouting of medicines and dosages as doctors pushed fluids into my IV. Suddenly, everything went blank, and that 's all I remember from my first hospitalization.
I was going to have to stay at the hospital for a few days until I was better. When I heard this, I got really scared. I had never spent the night in any place besides home before. Living in the hospital for three days wasn’t very fun. My mother stayed by my side day and night, while my other family members came to visit me occasionally.
As I was sitting in the pediatric waiting room in the St. Cloud hospital, I could not have been more terrified. I was a little frustrated that I was the pediatric side of the hospital because the room was filled with children with about 4 other teenagers, at most. I would scan the room just trying to figure out if any of them had the same problem as me, or how bad of conditions that these children could have. It had only taken about thirty minutes for them to call my name, even though there were others that had been waiting much longer than I had. Which looking back it had made sense that none of those other children were going through what I was.
At this point we had been waiting for close to an hour. My brother and I had our videogames to occupy the time and my parents had the radio. Before we knew it we had been waiting for three hours. My parents started to get worried because we were running out of gas and the traffic had hardly moved at all. My dad decided to go out into the snow which was now more like a blizzard to see how far up the traffic was.
My friends and I went further in the hospital and came across a room that was full of old looking beds and chairs. In the back of the room my friends found a satanic ritual that had been done a while ago, along with an old chair covered with blood. While we were checking it out we heard a scream that came from the hallway and we thought that someone was living here. I got a sudden chill and was really creeping out of what I just heard.
I was out of the building just as it was about to collapse. My dad, My dad’s best friend, and the firefighter were not out of the tower. A paramedic came over to me and carried me over to the ambulance to check me out. My wrist was broken but I didn’t care because all I could think about was my dad, my dad’s best friend, and the fireman that didn’t make it out with me and the others. I saw my mom and ran to her and she was in tears and heartbroken like me.
Nothing there could comfort me. I was surrounded by white walls, and medical supplies in a room barely large enough for the bed and two chairs. This was before they built a new Children’s Hospital, though, which is filled with bright colors, beautiful murals with images of butterflies and flowers, and overall a more comfortable atmosphere. I remember lying in the hospital bed, under a thin sheet,
I was only attending half days to begin with due to my brain still healing and not handling stimuli very well. I was given a room where I could eat lunch with my friends. My friends were glad to see I made it back okay but I knew they could tell I was different. I was definitely more quiet and in a depressed sort of state.
As I heard my grandparent’s conversation I came to realize what was going on. It was time to be with my mom. I felt excited but at the same time scared, It feels like it was just yesterday. Two days later I found myself packing. I packed everything that’s when I came to realize what was truly happening.
It was a extravagant winding staircase leading to the registry room. As I stood there, Frank and I both saw doctors standing on the second floor making notes as they looked at people with limps or other physical sign of injury or sickness. Then, I looked at Frank. He looked worried. I wondered why.
I awoke with a jolt to a loud thunderous boom. It was the middle of a hurricane and a tree had just fallen through the roof of my bedroom. I sprinted out to find my family and we all gathered in the bedroom closet with flashlights, cans of soup, bottled water, blankets and pillows. We were prepared for a long night.