The sun’s rays showered through the clouds and it seemed as though that it was going to be a perfect day. It took merely a few hours to make me realize I was sorely mistaken. It was another beautiful day at Pentwater beach and there was not a cloud to be seen. I woke up somewhat dazed but fully conscious and aware of my surroundings. My older brother, Nate, asked me if I wanted to throw the football at the beach. I promptly stated yes. My brother and I hiked across the sandy dunes to get to the beach. When we had arrived, we stood within close range of each other, when he stated “ I’m going to throw the ball as hard as I can at you and you have to catch it. It will help you with your catching skills”. I had to accept the challenge. If I did …show more content…
Somberly she stated “It's certainly dislocated, but there also may be a fracture”. My mom gave me an assuring look, then we barged through the screen door. My mom, dad and I jumped in the van and quickly drove off to the hospital. The pain of my finger surged through my entire being. We had no clue where to find the hospital because we had never had an emergency here before. It also so happened that in this particular location, there was no connection to the internet thus there was also no way of knowing where to go. We figured that the best option was to keep driving and hope for the best. We drove for what felt like years until finally, amongst the cluster of the trees, I saw my salvation. The dim light emanating from the hospital made me feel like I had finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel. I was sorely mistaken. I pushed back the metal doors and the smell of the hospital immediately assaulted my nostrils. We had arrived at the emergency room and the place was filled to the brim with people waiting. That was when I realized I was not out of the clear just yet. The man at the pristine counter bluntly stated, “Our only opening is in a few hours.” My parents and I were stunned, but we knew this was the only nearby hospital and, we would just have to wait out the “metaphorical storm”. It seemed like ages when out of nowhere we heard a monotonous voice over the intercom. “Hollern?” I stood up and walked towards
So, in the 30s and 40s they used to send tuberculosis patients to the [Glenn Dale] hospital for treatment. [normal relaxed tone] Eventually it was converted into an insane asylum and it became notorious for its treatment of patients. The staff experimented on the patients and locked them up all day. One day, all the patients revolted and the doctors ran out of the hospital and boarded up all the doors and windows. [talking faster] The patients were left inside to die and the hospital was abandoned. The insane still wander the halls. Today, if you sneak in the hospital you will be chased by the ghosts of the patients and catch tuberculosis. My friend went there and swears he saw a ghost watching him from the shadows, and he won’t go near that place anymore [gestures with hand in horizontal motion]. The cops arrest anyone they catch trespassing, but they say the cops won’t go in the hospital after you if you need help.”
The staff, physicians and board members were not ready to fail. They didn’t want to abandon all those who depended on their services, but they also knew closing the hospital's doors would hurt
...amily that all is going to be okay. Just around the corner from a waiting room is an OR, a surgical techs “home away from home”, a place where miracles happen.
I thought we were close to getting out but them I climbed up a tree and saw that I was wrong. We need to go north. I saw a little rustic old cabin up that way. And that was the closest point of exit. Which at that point was the best way to go. But up north the forest look even thicker which was not good. There was fruit and meat that would be a good kill so we could eat. So off we went. The only way now to tell days was the sun but even at some points we couldn 't see it.
We jumped in the truck and drove up to the highway. We were on the highway about thirty seconds before we turned off to the place we wanted to go. The place was called "The Brooklands." The road was dirt with spots of snow and ice. After we started driving up the steep road, I noticed that we h...
As I walked up the short, stoned stairs attached to the side of the hospital I saw tobacco splits on the walls and I could feel the horrifying smell of the hospital outside. When I entered the door, I saw a man sleeping on the ground with his duffle bag as a pillow. As I walk down the hallway I could see rooms on each side of me. Patients were lying in metal beds with a thin mattress. There was a tiny metal table next to each patient with their medicine and water. There were two to three patients in a single room. As I approached to reception, a long line was formed with sick patients waiting to be treated. I couldn’t see what was happening in front. These people were lacking a basic necessity we all need. I asked myself what I could do to
"Selena Gibson" the nurse called out after opening the closed door. I stood up and quickly moved forward toward the nurse. Stepping through the door I was ask to turn to the right and go down the hallway. Walking down the long stretch dragging my feet along the way I was scared to find out what the doctor was going to say. Turning to the left the room looked impersonal and cold. I was asked to seat in the chair and wait till the doctor came in with the results.
A bubbly and upbeat nurse was quick to greet me. Nurse Kate is a registered nurse in the state of Ohio with a BSN and currently working on her Masters. She would be the person I would be shadowing that day. She led me in and out of all the emergency rooms for 10 hours. The rooms were a lifeless blue color with typical hospital beds that could be transported anywhere in the hospital. The grayish tile on the floor looked almost new. A curtain acted like a door, but there were walls separating the actual rooms.
Paramedics squeeze my arms, staining their gloves a deep red. Doctors and nurses scream at each other as they run across the hallways wheeling me into the operating theatre. I look over to my wrists as clear fluids begin their journey into my veins. My heart is in my throat, my pulse is echoing throughout the room, my limbs are quivering, and my lungs are screaming. Nurses force plastic tubes up my nose, as jets of cold air enter my sinuses, giving me relief. Inkblots dance before my eyes like a symphony of lights. A sudden sleepiness overcomes me and slowly my vision dims.
It was about 1:30am and the only people in the Emergency Waiting Room were my mother and I and a couple that looked like they had been there for a while. I sat there staring at the walls that resembled a jail cell for what felt like hours. And that was the particular moment that I realized the channel had been switched forever. I had gone from a girl who had never lost a loved one to a girl who had almost lost her only sister. All I could think of was all of the “what ifs?” What if I had already gone to bed and no one in my family woke up to the answering machine? What if that man didn’t work a late night and someone else with bad intentions got to her first? What if she had been driving a little faster and got knocked unconscious when that deer jumped in front of her car? What if she never woke
An Analysis of Dover Beach Dover Beach intrigued me as soon as I read the title. I have a great love of beaches, so I feel a connection with the speaker as he or she stands on the cliffs of Dover, looking out at the sea and reflecting on life. Arnold successfully captures the mystical beauty of the ocean as it echoes human existence and the struggles of life. The moods of the speaker throughout the poem change dramatically, as do the moods of the sea. The irregular, undesirable rhyme is representative of these inharmonious moods and struggles.
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A new day has begun. Slowly ascending into the cold dark sky, the sun glows vibrantly with delight. The passionate colours fill the sky with warmth like the pink grapefruits, zesty lemons, citrus oranges and cherry red. The sea so subtle sparkles preciously as it strolls up against the shore. The crystal water that stretch out far into the horizon gets darker and deeper but stays very calm.
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I have never really been one to believe in fate or destiny, per se. However, I do believe that everything happens for a reason. Many events needed to line up perfectly in order for Trevor and me to meet up in Myrtle Beach that weekend. I was about to start working at my first Army unit. I never expected that I was going to fall in love.