The Accident By:Savannah Usrey One day, a quite normal day in fourth grade, my little brother, Maximus and I were rushed to our grandparents house as soon as school got out. We got picked up by our grandparents and got into their black jeep. The ride to my grandparents house was miserable. They told us what had happened to my dad and that my mom was up at the hospital with him. The kind of accident my dad got into was, he was riding his motorcycle, a car backed up into him and crashed into him. The doctors said he could of died but he was lucky. I couldn't believe what I heard. We had nothing to say the whole ride to there house. We were forced to spend the night at there house. I tossed and turned all night long not able to think strate. That weekend my mom called my grandmother and said, “Can you bring Savannah and Maximus to see Bill (My dad) even though he looks pretty bad”, my grandmother agreed to take us to the hospital. The ride to the hospital made me feel sick to my stomach and i had nothing to say. We all rode in silence all the way to the hospital and not a peep was …show more content…
We walked into St. Mary’s Hospital in Saginaw. Then we walked into an elevator. I wanted this to have never happened, I just wanted to wake up. I don't know what to do, is what I said to myself as the doors slowly shut. We walked to his hospital room. As we walked in we were quiet. We walked up to his bed and I will never be able to erase what I saw because it is carved into the back of my brain. I saw my dad in a hospital bed and just looking at him made me want to cry and vomit at the same time. I just stared at him as if I were a zombie or statue. Then I started to cry and cry and cry. I couldn't stop crying. I was so upset with all that was going on. After about 30 minutes of me balling my eyes out we left. Maximus and I spent the rest of the weekend at our grandparents house. On monday we go to school like any other
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Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of
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