Personal Narrative Story: My Best Friend
Robinson approached me, crying even worse than when she took a walk with the doctor. “All they will tell us right now is that she was rushed into surgery and it may be a couple hours before she gets out. We walked down long hallways until we entered a room much gloomier than the previous one. We sat there for what felt like an eternity, but in reality was only about an hour. Then, a young nurse walked in and told Mr. Robinson that Casey was out of surgery. I immediately felt relieved, but I was wrong. Casey had flipped her car over a guard rail and into a nearby river, not far from her house. She was texting when she wrecked and the brain damage was irreversible. She was being kept on a ventilator long enough for us to say our goodbyes. I waited outside to let her parents see her first. A few minutes later, Casey’s parents appeared at the doorway sobbing, and told me they would give me a minute alone with Casey.
There she was; with dozens of tubes hooked to her. I sat there and relived memories from throughout our lives and just thanked her for being my friend. I told her this was not goodbye, knowing she could not hear me. Her parents reentered the room with the doctor and they removed the ventilator. We just sat there, and watched her take her last few