Check out this great realistic fiction story by one of our 7th period O. Henry Writing Project students! Comment below with your thoughts.
I walked in expecting something crazy. I mean who wouldn’t be, it’s one of the biggest hospitals in the state. I had that anxious adrenaline rush that you have when you go on a vacation as a kid, or when it’s Christmas morning. With-in the first 5 minutes of being there, that changed, it changed very fast. As soon as I heard about the next thing, I immediately got this sick, terrible feeling in my stomach. It probably didn’t help that this is my first day, and I’m a pediatric medical intern. I heard the siren, the siren carrying the kids from the crash. Only a few minutes before I walked in, a small bus had crashed with 7 or 8 kids in it. Everyone was really stirred up, and I was just standing there like a moron.
Once I realized what was happening, I asked anybody in scrubs what I could do. I sort just got pushed out of the way. I went to other people who had the same confused nervous look on their faces, they happened to be the other interns. Perfect! As soon as all of us were together, we got rushed out the door where the ambulance would be. First though we had to get in the proper gear. We all had the confident ready face on, but I knew for sure that I absolutely wasn’t. Whenever it’s your first day at anything you don’t want a big scene, it’s the same way here, I don’t want this huge thing!
I don’t know if anybody could tell or not, but I was a nervous trainwreck. I heard my name being called “ Smith, get over here,” everyone else had left to be by the ambulance helping while I was zoned out thinking about myself. Jesus was I mental, there are kids who are being rushed here in an immediate care unit. I quickly, or at least what I thought was quickly tried to snap out of the trainwreck that I became in the course of 20 minutes. I ran over barely missing the trash can that was all the way against the wall. Finally, while we were getting the kids out of the ambulance, after our resident checked on my team’s kid, I told everyone my name, Anna Smith.
Our resident was on the bed hovering over the kid trying to give him compressions “ one, two, three, four”, in the midst of counting and breathing she also was giving us the strictest instructions I’ve literally ever been told. Have you ever been standing 6 inches away from someone who’s yelling about everything your doing wrong? My team and I got the kid situated, he had a C.T scan, so we could make sure everything was ok. He had minimal brain bleeding. We paged the neurosurgeon, and she took him into the O.R. The surgery only lasted an hour, his surgery went great! He was in recovery now. The first 14 hours were over, all that was left were now 32 hours, and an entire lifetime.