“Bre come eat breakfast!” My mom shouted up the stairs. I jumped out of bed, feeling good, thinking, this is the day to ace my class presentation. In history, we had to create a class presentation about the Civil War, and we had to include dates of what day that event happened, etc. I grabbed a pair of my extremely tight jeans, my extremely baggy, ACDC t-shirt, and my old, dirty, pair of white high top, Chuck Taylors, and I ran down the stairs, getting dressed on my way down. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw my mom, dad, and my brother, Adam, sitting at the table. Adam acted like he was going to miss the bus, eating his cereal like he only had 30 seconds to finish. I sat down poured my cereal into the bowl. “I love you,” my mom
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We prayed and cried, nonstop, until the surgeon came out of the double doors, looking disappointed. “Mr. Summers,” the surgeon repeated five or six times, shouting across the waiting room.
“Yes,” my father shouted as he stood up. “How is she, is she okay?”
“She is fine for now, we will be taking her up to the ICU, until she wakes up from the anesthesia, the surgery went well.” A shock of relief went through me. “Now we will have to wait until she wakes up, there could be side effects from the brain surgery. The brain bleed was placed in a difficult area to get too, so there could be deficits from the surgery, including loss of speech, hearing, and sight. She will be in room 356, third floor, ICU.”
“Thank you doctor.” My father said with a relieved and scared expression on his face. As the doctor walked away, we found the elevator, and went up to the third floor, where we found room 356.
“Dad can I call Alex?”
“Sure honey, but make it quick your mom will be waking up here soon.”
“Okay.” As I dialed 812-543-7629 into the dial pad, Adam walked passed, “Room 356.” I told him, knowing that he didn’t know where to go. I hit call, I waited until Alex
We prayed and cried, nonstop, until the surgeon came out of the double doors, looking disappointed. “Mr. Summers,” the surgeon repeated five or six times, shouting across the waiting room.
“Yes,” my father shouted as he stood up. “How is she, is she okay?”
“She is fine for now, we will be taking her up to the ICU, until she wakes up from the anesthesia, the surgery went well.” A shock of relief went through me. “Now we will have to wait until she wakes up, there could be side effects from the brain surgery. The brain bleed was placed in a difficult area to get too, so there could be deficits from the surgery, including loss of speech, hearing, and sight. She will be in room 356, third floor, ICU.”
“Thank you doctor.” My father said with a relieved and scared expression on his face. As the doctor walked away, we found the elevator, and went up to the third floor, where we found room 356.
“Dad can I call Alex?”
“Sure honey, but make it quick your mom will be waking up here soon.”
“Okay.” As I dialed 812-543-7629 into the dial pad, Adam walked passed, “Room 356.” I told him, knowing that he didn’t know where to go. I hit call, I waited until Alex