My brain surgery was today. Right after the doctor talked to my parents I was taken to the ER to get the surgery. I had never been so scared in my life. They got me situated and then gave me the anesthetic to put me under during the surgery. Then everything went black.
When I woke up I was in some weird room where nurses were running around grabbing medicine and stuff to help other people there. I was in a small white bed with bars keeping me from falling out of the bed. My parents were there to, sitting by my bed with smiles on their faces. Soon I began to remember I had been in the ER getting brain surgery just moments before. Then I knew where I was. I was in the recovery room, where patients go after getting a major surgery. I know because I have been here before after I got my eye removed, on Saturday, November second, 3023. Ever since I had never wanted to come back. But, now I was, sitting here in a soft white bed watching the nurses run around endlessly to patients in need of assistance. I was back.
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The Eight Unusuals
Non-FictionA short story that will have you falling in love with these eight wonderful characters. In this story they get beat down and helped up but through it all it is a heartbreaking story.
