October 3, 2012
“ Don’t cry, please don’t cry.” was all I remember thinking when I walked into the Intensive Care Unit at Royal Oak Beaumont Hospital. The lights bounced off the bland white walls as I squeaked on the tile floor to the Nurse’s Station. “Chelsea Johnson.” I said blankly when she asked me the patients’ name. I had a million questions running through my mind. “Are you family?” She doesn’t wait for my answer,” That was a horrible car wreck; I saw it on the news this morning. I can’t believe that poor girl broke 22 bones. She’s right through there, room 181.” The nurse says. I grabbed my moms’ hand for support and hurried to the doorway. I mustered all of my courage and holding my breath, walked in. She was lying there on a white hospital bed. She looked so drained, like it wasn’t even her anymore. The first thing I noticed was her legs, stitched up, bruised and so pale. Then her arms, one in a pink cast, the other one holding the IV. Her face was bruised and battered, with a cut above her right eye, and her hair matted with dry blood, with a bit of bright blonde showing. I thought,” If she had any idea what her hair looked like right now she would be pissed.” but then I remembered,” She might not ever know.” I felt the tears threatening to fall, and the world starting spinning. I tried to blink away the tears, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know how this could happen. I thought,” How could God let this happen?” I started crying then, and it felt like it was never ending. I cried for Chelsea because of the future she had. If she did pull through, her life would never be the same. She just graduated and now her life could be over? I cried for her family mourning over this horrible experience. Would Chelsea make it to college? Would she be there to see her little sister grow up? All of these questions were haunting me. I was terrified that I would never get to hear her laugh again, or see her...