Recess Narrative

but I didn’t because the people were there I ran at them trying to free Zygon but he grabbed me and held me down. Saw the person from the helicopter and I froze not knowing what to do. I saw the needle and I slapped out of his hands and ran. Bursting through the door and ran towards a car with a person in it

I then quickly got up and remember pulling up my pants as I was still flipping through the pages of my law text book. I thought to myself that I might be at the hospital waiting for a while so I packed all my notes and books and we drove to the hospital. At

I had to be carried off the field and try to calm down and gain control of my thoughts. A few of my coaches rushed to me questioning if I would be ok. The team medic said there is no way to know until after I am in the back getting checked

The lady then looked at the paper and realized it was wrong and started to laugh and said “ I am so sorry I wrote the wrong one down.” I knew that if I didn 't notice the papers they would have done surgery on my right knee instead of the left knee. I was moved to another room where other people were surrounded by nurses getting prepared for surgery. The moment I was stationed in my room I was surrounded by different nurses. There was the anesthetic nurse, the head nurse, the assistant nurses and even the nurses that are in training.

Chunks of rocks hit the dentist and he collapsed on the floor. Two men dressed in black walked in from the collapsed wall and jabbed me with a syringe. My vision tunneled and the last words I heard were, “Operation “Brace for it” is

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 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.

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 needed to go to the emergency room, so I did. I was wheeled into one of the open rooms to be seen by the nurse and doctor. The nurse came in right away to take my temperature. Then she left and we waited ten minutes for the doctor to check my ankle out. I was shivering in pain.

The nurse drew up the medication and gave me an injection. I over heard her talking to another nurse saying I almost gave her too much medication. That could have been my last visit to the emergency room but I guess the Lord saw fit to keep me here.

It was all a blur. Next thing I know I feel a sharp pain in my arm. I collapse and land head first. My breathing became hard and heavy. My eyes felt like they couldn’t stay up on their own.

The umpire calls, “Strike one!” I thought it wasn’t a strike, but I went with it because I didn’t want to get into a fight. I step out of the box, fix my batting gloves and take another swing the get back in. The next pitch comes and you could hear a “DING”. I swung and hit it down the right field line.

My t-shirt and gym shorts bleed sweat as the scorching sun above burns without mercy. Dust is being flung into air, burning my eyes as people run around the diamond. Sweat trickles past my eye as I look onto the field. The weather is starting to warm up meaning that P.E. is now played outside. I can still remember when I chose to take this class, it was freshman orientation, I was sitting in the cafeteria, Mrs. Sugden was rattling on about required courses for us to take. One thing is going through my mind as I look down at the puzzle that is my new schedule. A sinking feeling rose up in me, I had yet to choose a class for my fifth hour. The only one I had left was P.E. This is a small, very competitive, town meaning that this class might be the end of me.

When I fell and hit the ground, I transported to another dimension. Everything seems normal but I can still tell that it is not where I am from. It is now Saturday and I am out of the hospital.

I texted my dads friend right away in the morning asking him when he was gonna pick up. He told me to be ready in an hour witch would have been seven a.m. I got ready to go and by the time he got to my house I was just finishing taking care of my dogs. I finished taking care of dogs and got into his truck. From there we headed straight to the Vikings game and I was pumped for it.