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Broken Arm, By Noppy

Up and down, up and down. I was going up and down a seat, happily enjoying my first 2 years of life, minutes before the tragedy came. We were singing a song, until the last time I stepped up the seat. I felt like I was about to lose my balance. Then it happened. I fell down, and felt a the most pain I ever got in my 2 years of life.

I splatted down on the floor. I could barely move my left arm without getting a lot of pain. I was crying very loud. I had to wait and cry until my parents came to pick me up. I was quickly rushed to the hospital. During the ride, my mom tried to help by moving my left arm, but it just hurt even more. I was then rushed to the emergency room.

I remember being in a white room, seeing people with white masks, and a feeling a lot of pain, so much that I almost couldn't feel anything. I cried for about 1 hour straight. I thought I was about to die. //This is the end, I thought//. My vision started to blur. I fainted.

I woke up later in a hospital room. It was a nice orangey room, with a TV in the middle of the room. It was night time. My mom was there in the room. I also got informed that the surgery was for the doctors to put a magnet into my elbow so the bones would attach. She told me that my dad was at my house packing for my two weeks stay at the hospital.

Sometimes, my blood would get stuck in one of the tubes, and I can’t remember why, but I was told it was bad. The nurses came in for a daily check up everyday. Every time the nurse came in, I would worry about hearing,‘’Sorry but your arm is severely damaged and can’t be used again,’’ but I never heard it. I watched cartoons pretty much for most of the time in the hospital. At that age, I liked watching Cartoon Network and Tom and Jerry. The bed was comfortable. I thought, ‘’This is what it feels like to be a patient that has to stay in the hospital."

It was a nice and comfortable 2 weeks until the day came when I needed to get another surgery to get my magnet out. My head spun during my way to the surgery room. I saw the surgeons. I gulped. //Second wave incoming, I thought//. Then it began. They cut my elbow. It was very painful. My mom told me there was blood everywhere. My grandma was there too. She begged for the surgeons to stop, but like all good surgeons do, they told my grandma it was ok and they continued the operation. At that time, there was so much pain that I didn’t felt it at all. I was just, laying there, with fear, until everything went blank.

Hours later, I woke up in the hospital room. I still saw my arm in a cast. I was told by my mom that I will go home soon. My cast would be on my arm for about 2 months and every time I took a shower, I would need to put a plastic bag on my hand. After my arm fully recovered, I promised myself that I would never allow any more serious accidents to happen again and I hope I can keep that promise.