a moment of life

Sunday morning, couple days before the finals I was sleeping downstairs on the cold hard sofa. I fell asleep there after coming home exhausted, from a party and my grandma was in the room next door. I usually sleep near her just in case she got hungry in the middle of the night (which to my surprise happened quite often). Seven 'o' clock in the morning and my dad comes downstairs to wake me up for my final in Sunday school. Instead of the usual "wake up princess" I get, I got a cry for help and on my waking I see my grandma unconsciencely coughing up blood on her bed. My mom ran down the stairs half asleep and my little brother comes downstairs and started panicing.
The first thing I grabbed was a glass of water and handed it to my dad. I thought splashing her face with water might help her wake up but it was no use. My mom dialled 911 and handed the telephone to me. As I talked to the lady, the paramedics were on their way. Two minutes waiting for them felt like two centuries. For the first time I saw tears in my dad's eye when his mother wasn't responding. The paramedics came and took her away to the emergency room and my mom told me to call all of my aunts and uncles to inform them of what occured.
Around 4, we got the news that my grandma was alright but she couldn't speak or move for a while. My sister and I rushed to the hospital after most of my aunts and uncles came home and ate.
Once we got there, I noticed all my aunts were giving me dirty looks. As I sat down and patiently waited for my turn to go inside, I heard whispers coming from them. They were blaming me for the incident. They said that since I was downstairs at the time, I had full responsibilty for what had happened. After hearing all these mean things about me, I was heart- broken and my whole week got messed up. I didn't do as good as I wanted to on the finals since I started to think it was my fault too.
After pondering over it for about two weeks, I finally asked my dad. He said that it wasn't anyone's fault and even if I had waken up, I probably would've done the same thing they did. I thought about it and I thought maybe it is true and so now a great guilt is off my chest. I got over it and tried to act as if nothing had happened. From all this I did learn to move on and to not blame myself for what others think or talk about.