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Personal Narrative: The Influenza

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One night, I woke up to my sister screaming; her body was drenched in sweat, and she repeatedly said, “I can’t move my legs”. I was young then and didn’t understand what she meant. I slowly lifted the covers off of her legs. They looked perfectly normal to me, so I asked her to wiggle her toes. Thirty seconds went by, and no movement occurred; she says, “I really can’t move my legs”. My mom at this time was already freaking out and in tears. We rushed my sister to the hospital and found out that, the influenza she had for about a week now, was strongly attacking her immune system, causing her muscles to weaken. That night was the first time I slept at a hospital; my mom and I were by my sister’s side as she was flat on a hospital bed, plugged

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