Hospital Interview Narrative

“Daniel, wake up,” My mother told me at about 3 o'clock in the morning as I lay in my bed.
I looked outside my door and saw that the kitchen light was on. I saw my siblings walking through the hallway packing clothes. “Daniel, Grandma is dying, they are going to pull the plug after we get to the hospital in Nevada, so get up.” Once she finished that sentence and I lay there a bit longer, it finally hit me. A feeling that I have never felt prior to that event. I have never lost a family member before. I got out of bed, got ready, packed my clothes, and my family all went in my dad’s truck to drive to Nevada. On the way, I was silent, contemplating what my mother told me earlier that day. I didn’t want to go into the hospital room when we would get there because I did not know what I was going to do. The trip took 5 hours but felt a lot quicker. Once me and my family arrived at the hospital parking garage and got out of the car, it was very cold. I saw my breathe, there was ice all over the parking garage, and the ground below us was riddled with flakes of ice.

I could only the smell of the drugs and the carpet areas. Most of the room was completely white. I looked to my left and I saw my grandpa waving for us. As we were walking through the curtain my grandpa told us, “She is gone but they put in a sleep.” As I heard that come out of his mouth, I was struck with the same feeling I had when my mother told me the news prior this event. I did not want to walk into the hospital room. But I put my hands in my pockets and walked into the room slowly and silently. Everyone was silent. If there was any sound I must of blocked it out with my only focusing on my grandma on the bed.
“What happened” My dad asked my grandpa quietly but loud enough for him to