I really don’t like when people call me dear. My head sharply turns to my mom as she nods. Here we go...Nurse Kim pulls out this thick needle thing with a plastic blue object attached to it. “Hang your left arm over the chair”, instructed my nurse. She tied this elastic band around my arm so tight I could barely feel my arm. Are they trying to have my arm fall of?! Nurse Kim examines my veiny hand. “Perfect,” she said with a creepy voice, “I’m going to put your IV in dear.” “You’re putting the what in where with who?!”, I exclaimed. My dad got up to calm me down. “It won’t hurt McKennah, only a slight pinch”, said my dad. “That’s what they all say”, I snarked back. I’m not putting up a fight...yet. I’m saving my energy for something worse than this and I know something worse is up the road of terror, I can see it in their eyes they’re hiding something from …show more content…
I eyed the object closely when I noticed it was just a Sharpie, Dr. Wolter’s uncapped the sharpie and initialed his initials on my left leg. The cold marker seeped through my skin as I wrote my initials next to my surgeons. I started to doze off but not in a sleepy way. My legs became still as my hands and feet tingled. My doctor mumbled to my parents as I when I saw little stars in the air. All at once I heard a loud noise screeching in my ears with my head pounding while I witnessed a bright light for 3 seconds, a dark pitch black space crept upon