Personal Narrative Fiction

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“Honey,” she reminded him gently. “You didn’t ask, I offered. And so did the kids. He’s been part of our family for so long, we’d be missing a piece if he wasn’t around. Yes, I know it’s going to be hard, but I know Jenny said that if she didn’t at least try, she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself. I mean, think about it. There has never been a point in her life where Johnny hasn’t been around. Chris probably doesn’t remember a time either.
“As for me, yes, it’s scary, the idea of not knowing what he might be facing or the issues we as a family might be facing taking on such a huge responsibility. But, I think we just got to keep talking to each other and keep speaking to someone like Doctor Druthers. Having an outside source seems to be helping.
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“Try not to move, you got banged up pretty good,” suggested Roy.
Eyes widening, Johnny began looking around and noticed for the first time that he was in a white room filled with a lot of things he didn’t recognize.
What’s going on? Strings everywhere, so many noises. What happened? he thought as he began to panic.
“Press the button,” Roy whispered as he settled his hand on Johnny’s arm. “It’s okay. I know it’s scary, but you are okay.”
Trying to comfort him like he would a child, Roy let Joanne explain to the nurse what was taking place.
“You just hit your head and a few other places, that’s why you are in pain,” Roy said slowly, trying to gauge if Johnny understood him or not.
Coming back in the cubicle, Jo took his hand and said, “I know it’s scary, but all the things here are to help the doctors and nurses know how you are doing. Okay?”
“‘K,” Johnny replied, grasping onto Joanne’s hand as tight as he could.
“Just breathe slowly,” Joanne coached. “In…out. In…out. In…out. In…out. There, is that
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Early praised. “Now, can you tell me how old you are?”
“Seven,” Johnny tried to hold up seven fingers, but found himself tangled in various wires. “Let me go!”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Joanne soothed, trying to calm him down before he became too scared. “Remember, all these wires are to help the doctors to know how you are doing.”
It took a couple more minutes, but between Roy holding onto Johnny’s hand and Jo stroking his forehead, John soon calmed down. Watching them, Dr. Early just sat back and observed what was taking place before adding somethings to his notebook.
“You okay now?” he kindly asked after Johnny settled down.
“Yes, sir,” John stuttered as he blushed.
“It’s okay, this can be a very scary place,” Joe assured him. “I think you are doing very well.”
Seeing Johnny yawn, he questioned, “Can you answer a few more things for me?”
Shrugging his shoulders a bit, Johnny said, “I don’t know.”
“Alright, how about I just ask and we’ll see if you can, okay?” Dr. Early smiled. “Can you tell me what this is?”
Looking at the pen in front of him, Johnny frowned. It looked kind of like a pencil, but not quite.
“A pencil?” he guessed, his voice giving away that he knew that it wasn’t right.
“Close, it’s a pen,” Dr. Early

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