Personal Narrative: The Emergency Room

Before this night, I had no real experience with shocking events. It was a typical night in the household of a five-year-old. My Dad was in the family room soaking up all his favorite sports shows, my Mom was in her room reading a book, and my sister Elise, was playing in the living room with my fuzzy tan stuffed bunny. But what I didn't know is, that I was going to the Emergency Room (E.R.) later that night. I walked down the stairs of our newly built home, trying to escape the boredom of my room. I noticed that Elise was playing with my stuffed animal; moving it up and down and twirling it in the air. She was in the middle of the living room which contained a brown leather couch at one end. Carefully walking into the living room, …show more content…
Still determined, Elise took hold of the bunny's ear and pulled the opposite direction. My grasp on the bunny's leg was absolute, but the bunny's ear started to slip out of Elise's hand. And finally, the ear escaped Elise's grip and I shot backwards. I tried to put my arms out to land, but instead I hit the corner of the wooden leg on the couch. *Crack* The pain immediately shot up my nerves to my brain causing me to scream at the top of my …show more content…
That was one of the first times I heard my Dad cuss; he was terrifying when he got angry. The look on his face was frightening, but all I could do was lay there and cry. I heard my mom rush down the stairs. Elise started explaining what had happened to our mother. My mom thought that I had a dislocated my elbow. It's a common childhood injury called Nurses Elbow that had happened to my sister several times when she was younger. It was decided my dad would hold me down while she tried to pop my arm back into its socket. After a couple of tries, things were not any better, and the possibility of a broken arm seemed more and more likely. It was decided that a trip to the Emergency Room was the best thing to do. Besides the occasional sniffle from crying, I was silent the entire way to the Emergency Room. The quiet in the car helped me to calm my nerves. After we arrived we entered the hospital and the strong smell of disinfectant filled my nose, it bothered me, it reminded me of illness. Other than the occasional whispering of nurses and coughing of patients, the waiting room was silent. A nurse wearing rose colored scrubs and a stethoscope around her neck walked up to