How He Went [BEGINNER STORY]

How He Went: Part 7

I woke up this morning with a major headache. I shot up in my bed, only making it worse. I walked t my bathroom and filled a little plastic cup with water and opened the medicine cabinet. I took out a bottle of Advil, and popped two pills in my mouth. I brushed my teeth then splashed cold water onto my face. I looked up and my eyes were a little puffy. I started to cry, knowing my brother may loose his leg or that he may not make it. What would I do if he's gone? He's my baby brother! Well not a baby, he's 13. He has so much to live for. I broke down in tears and started having a panic attack. My mom rushed up the stairs and sat down on the floor, holding me tightly and stroking my hair. I sobbed getting the shoulder of her shirt wet.

"What if he doesn't make it!" I yell through my tears.

"We have to stay positive Rach. We will get through this. Lets go see him. I'll make you pancakes before we leave. Go put on something comfy." My mom said helping me up. I sniffled and hugged her one last time.

"Okay..." I mumbled into her ear. I went to my room and put on some baggy grey sweatpants, and a loose t-shirt. I heard my parents talk downstairs, but I could quite make out what they were saying. I walked downstairs to the smell of pancakes. Those were Eric's favorite breakfast food. I didn't wear makeup because it would just run down my face, because I was holding back tears. I didn't go fast while eating my food because I already feel nauseous enough. I cleared my plates and I looked at my parents. My dad nodded and we walked to the car.

"Alright we'll be there in 5 minutes." My dad said. Thats the only word thats been said in the past 25 minutes. I didn't want to see my little brother hooked up to machines and in pain, but there was nothing I could do. When we stopped there was a new paper stand and I saw a headline I didn't want to see.

"OH MY GOD!" I yelled as I ran towards the stand. People started to stare and my parents looked at each other confused, then ran towards me. It was a picture of my little brother in and ambulance with the title "Local boy gets hit by truck".

"Im gonna be sick." I said. I sat down on the bench and my parents walked over. A few people said they felt bad, or they are praying for a miracle.

"Wait... Look at this... Apparently the town knows we can't really afford this and are doing and organization to help raise money!" I heard my dad say. I gasped hearing his words. Tear slid down my face in joy of hearing the news. I knew what I was going to be planning over the next week.

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The doctor lead us to my brothers room on the third floor. He opened the door and there laid my brother. He was hooked up to machines, and his leg what swollen and purple, and he was covered in bumps and bruises.

"Oh my god..." my mom said. We walked over. I saw the tears brim my dads eyes and I could hear my mom screaming. Apparently my brother slipped into a coma just before we came. When I got the news I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I couldn't believe this. I just wanted to get out of here.

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Its been 3 hours since we got to the hospital. All I did was stare at my brother. I couldn't believe this. I prayed to God that he would get better, but nothing was happening. My mom got a call saying they were doing a charity event for families who were struggling with medical bills. It was held in two weeks. They wanted my family to speak, so we all agreed.

"I can't believe I agreed." I said to John as I talked on the hospital phone and texted my best friend, Kennedy, on my cell phone. She's been my best friend since kindergarten.

"Well you are doing something grate... Helping families who are struggling financially. This is why I love you, because you are a great person." John said.