Personal Narrative: My Mom's Surgery

“Watch out!” yelled Liz. Before I even had time to react, I fell to the ground and felt a sharp pain in my right forearm, along with a very distinct cracking sound. The smell of blood hit me like a truck. The excruciating amount of pain was intolerable, but I didn’t shed even a single tear. I slowly opened my eyes and realized Liz had run into me and fell on top of my arm. The basketball, which had caused her to run into me rolled slowly to the side as if it had nothing to do with my injury. The entire class started to circle around us slowly as if they were afraid they would wake us up. I elevated my head and saw a pool of blood underneath my right arm. Ms.Lang, who was my teacher, started to speak.
“Charles, go to the office and tell them to call an ambulance, quickly!” she attempted to say as calmly as possible. Charles, my best friend since
They carried me outside to where the ambulance was waiting. As they opened the back doors and placed me inside the ambulance, the harsh smell of chemicals and sanitizers hit me in the face like a brick. Once we were all in, we went to the hospital. By the time we arrived, my arm wasn’t as bloody anymore because they had cleaned, dressed and put a temporary sling around my arm in the ambulance. Mike asked me if my arm was giving me any discomfort but I told him I was alright. It was probably due to the pills one of the other men had given me while I was still in the ambulance. It was called anesthesia or something like that. Mike told us to follow him and we were lead into one of the hospital rooms. There was a sink, 2 chairs, a table, a television playing the news, a hospital bed and a ton of medical equipment I didn’t recognize, and just like the rest of the hospital it smelled like cleaner, chemicals and sanitizer. Mike told us the doctor would be coming shortly and with that he left. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor came in and checked my entire right arm up to my