Personal Narrative: A Helping Hand

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Dibble dibble dopp dopp, the water came out of the faucet while I was taking a shower. As I was taking a shower, I was humming “The school bell ttaeng ttaeng ttaeng.” Suddenly, the light turned off, I tremble and out without time to think. Because, when I was young I was afraid of left alone in a dark room.
Clank! The window fell down me because the floor was too slippery and I kicked the window. All of a sudden my head became blank. The blood came out from my leg and I could see the piece of glass stuck in my leg. I could see the white thing inside of my leg, it was my kneecap. When I try to pull out the glass, my mom shouted at me “Do not touch your leg, just stay calm.” And then my mom picks the phone up and calls to someone. It was 911, …show more content…

While I took my neighbor’s car, the seats were like a sea of blood. I do not have any mind to say something and I became distraught. When I almost lose my mind, my mother said “let’s get out of the car.” I walked to the hospital, limping. Abruptly, I could feel extreme pain through my leg. At the moment of window fell down to my knee, I could not feel any pain because I was so nervous and shocked. The time waiting at the elevator was the worst five minutes of my life. The nurse laid me on the bed, and a few minutes later, the doctor came to me and he started to fumigate my leg. He used the saline solution almost 10bottles, what the doctor said was “In the window lots of bacteria and viruses are living”. When he spread the saline solution to my leg, I thought he had put my legs on fire. After finishing fumigations, the doctor wrapped my legs with a bandage and said “I cannot do surgery”. He cannot do surgery because of not enough medical device. So, my mother and I got home just after first aid. What we had to do was go to big hospital, which has high technology medical devices. My mother told me to take a rest and she went to her room. But, I cannot sleep because full of concerning my leg. I heard a phone call between the gaps. I have a friend whose father is a doctor, so my mother calls to my friend’s father and he replied “I will go to help Sang Won”. A few minutes later the bell rings again,

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