Scary Moment

It was the early morning of a summer day when this horrific incident occurred. My family and I were getting ready to take my brother to the airport. I was going through my usual morning routine, washing my face, brushing my teeth, and trying to look somewhat presentable at such an early hour. It was far too early to be doing anything but sleeping. I was drowsily walking about the house, not in any sort of hurry to do much. In the midst of fixing up my hair in my bedroom, I realized I had forgot something in another room. My mom had yelled at me to hurry up or else we were going to make my brother late for his flight, so I quickly left my room to get the forgotten item. As I approached the door, a sudden pain shot through my foot and up my leg. I thought I had hit my foot on the television stand but I soon realized the pain was never this bad. I looked down to see an old, broken, metal whiteboard laying on the ground. I sat down on my bed and looked at my foot to see blood pouring out everywhere.

I yelled for my dad to bring me some toilet tissue, but he didn't know how serious this was so he acted like he had all the time in the world. He realized what happened and was in a slight panic. The next words that came from his mouth were the words I was dreading the most: "It looks like you might need stitches." I had never had stitches in my life and am terrified of needles. This day did not look like it was going to get any better. I hopped to my dads car and said goodbye to my brother since I could now not take him to the airport.

My dad tried to get me to the hospital as quickly as possible. The ride took longer than it takes for Christmas morning to arrive. I sat in the car, in pain, wishing that speed limits had never been made. When I got to the emergency room, it took them awhile for the doctor to see me because there was plenty of people who had injuries and sicknesses. When I finally got in, the doctor told me I had cut my foot nearly down to the bone and that I would need a few stitches. My heart sunk far below my stomach. This was going to ruin my last few weeks of summer and I didn't know how I was going to go through volleyball tryouts. The doctor left for a moment and returned with a syringe in his hand. The needle looked like it belonged on the top of the Empire State Building. I closed my eyes and squeezed my dads hand as he numbed the area. The pain was unbearable. I still couldn't believe that this was happening to me.

The rest of the operation went by smoothly due to the numbness of my foot. I could feel the tugging of the needle and thread but it only tingled. I was more than glad to hear that I could go home, but very sad to hear that I wouldn't be able to do any sort of active exercise for awhile. I left the hospital in a more mellow, disappointed mood, but I was okay and that's all that really mattered.