White Hair Man Research Paper
Sarah Carlson
Mr. Green
English 11A
11 November 2012
The White Haired Man I had just finished helping my dad put the last of the holiday wrapped Christmas presents into the back of our green navigator, which we called the green monster, when I slipped on a patch of black ice. “Be careful,” warned my dad, “that ice can be dangerous.” My dad has always been very calm and serious, he says things the way they are, he does not sugar coat anything. As I was standing up and wiping the cold, wet snow off myself my mom came out of the house with our golden retriever, Oscar, trailing behind. Oscar loves winter, so of course he had to roll around in the fresh, soft recently fallen snow before getting into the green monster. After he was done …show more content…
I mumbled a few words that even I could not understand, “Hello, Elizabeth, I am your nurse, nurse Johnson, you were in a car accident and you are now at Hackley Hospital.” I was listening to what she was saying but I could not comprehend her words. My head was pounding and my right leg felt like I had a thousand needles stabbing into it. I tried to sit up but my entire body ached, I felt like I had been crushed by a ton of bricks. “Can I see my parents?” I asked so quietly I was not sure if the nurse could hear me. “Of course, they are right down the hall, I will go get you a wheel chair and I will be right back,” said nurse Johnson. I tried to get out of my hospital bed while she was gone but a horrible pain went through my ribs, I looked down and noticed I had a giant white cast on my right leg. Nurse Johnson came rushing in to help me into the wheel …show more content…
I nodded and allowed her to wheel me back to my room. “So do you know what happened to my dog, Oscar?” I prepared for the worst news because that is all I have heard from her so far. “Oscar is fine, he is a tough fellow and is staying at the animal shelter down the road,” she answered with a slight grin. How could she smile? My parents are badly hurt as well as myself and the idea of Oscar being alone in a cold cage broke my heart. “I am tired, I think I am going to try to get some sleep” I said as I was trying to get myself out of the wheelchair, just as I finished my sentence an old man with white hair and green scrubs on entered and jokingly said “What you did not get enough sleep in the past week?” What was he talking about?
Mr. Green
English 11A
11 November 2012
The White Haired Man I had just finished helping my dad put the last of the holiday wrapped Christmas presents into the back of our green navigator, which we called the green monster, when I slipped on a patch of black ice. “Be careful,” warned my dad, “that ice can be dangerous.” My dad has always been very calm and serious, he says things the way they are, he does not sugar coat anything. As I was standing up and wiping the cold, wet snow off myself my mom came out of the house with our golden retriever, Oscar, trailing behind. Oscar loves winter, so of course he had to roll around in the fresh, soft recently fallen snow before getting into the green monster. After he was done …show more content…
I mumbled a few words that even I could not understand, “Hello, Elizabeth, I am your nurse, nurse Johnson, you were in a car accident and you are now at Hackley Hospital.” I was listening to what she was saying but I could not comprehend her words. My head was pounding and my right leg felt like I had a thousand needles stabbing into it. I tried to sit up but my entire body ached, I felt like I had been crushed by a ton of bricks. “Can I see my parents?” I asked so quietly I was not sure if the nurse could hear me. “Of course, they are right down the hall, I will go get you a wheel chair and I will be right back,” said nurse Johnson. I tried to get out of my hospital bed while she was gone but a horrible pain went through my ribs, I looked down and noticed I had a giant white cast on my right leg. Nurse Johnson came rushing in to help me into the wheel …show more content…
I nodded and allowed her to wheel me back to my room. “So do you know what happened to my dog, Oscar?” I prepared for the worst news because that is all I have heard from her so far. “Oscar is fine, he is a tough fellow and is staying at the animal shelter down the road,” she answered with a slight grin. How could she smile? My parents are badly hurt as well as myself and the idea of Oscar being alone in a cold cage broke my heart. “I am tired, I think I am going to try to get some sleep” I said as I was trying to get myself out of the wheelchair, just as I finished my sentence an old man with white hair and green scrubs on entered and jokingly said “What you did not get enough sleep in the past week?” What was he talking about?