Why My Sister Has Swimming Lessons

Chapter 11

She was taken away on a stretcher, my mum came with her. I can't say her name without crying, because when she was taken away on the stretcher she had no pulse. They were snaking tubes down her throat, poking needles into her arms, pressing oxygen into her lungs but nothing happened. My hair was wet against my back sending droplets of water down my top, I watched the ambulance speed away with sirens screeching and blue lights flashing. My dad appeared at my side and placed his hand on my shoulder. I looked up, and followed his gaze to the last bit of flashing, blue lights that slowly died away. His eyes were blood shot ad his lips were pursed into a thin line. After two minutes of complete silence Molly came out, she was shivering and her lips were a very ill-looking blue.

"I'm sorry about Charlie." She looked down at the floor "I should never of had a birthday party."

My dad turned round and said that it wasn't her fault. Infact it was no ones fault. I looked down at the dull concrete floor, I started to cry because it was my fault I knew I should've said something. I should've pushed Charlie even more to say something. I don't know what to do anymore, what if she doesn't make it? I walked over to the wall, we were quite a way up, I looked down and pushed my hands against the top of the wall, my whole body was hoisted up. I tried to get my leg up but my dad quickly walked over and exclaimed,

"What are you doing?" His eyes were soaked in tears, his hand was firmly wrapped around my arm.

"I don't know." I replied I collapsed to the floor in tears. I pleaded to go to the hospital, I needed to see her. And maybe to say my goodbye's. My dad agreed and we headed off to the hospital. We barely spoke in the car, what was there to say?

We approached the dull, depressing building; there were ambulances everywhere, people were coming in and out in wheelchairs, huge casts and tubes. We walked into the A&E entrance which was hectic, there were people crying and yelling. We saw a lady at a desk she smiled and was very friendly,

"How can I help you?" I instantly thought and almost said 'can you save my sister and turn my life back to normal?' but my dad crocked,

"Hi, we're looking for Charlie Rose."

We were directed onto another ward, which was even more depressing there were people at all ages waiting in a bed, possibly waiting to die or to be cured and to stay alive longer. We found the room my sister was in and I was sick when I saw her. The nurse was quite shocked when she saw the mess I was in,

"Oh dear. I'll go and clear it up." She left us alone my mum ran towards me and my dad hugging us both, crying into my dad's shoulder. My eyes never left my sister I went to sit in the chair by her side, mum and dad took the other two at the other side. The nurse turned up and cleared my sick up, she walked towards me and gave me a wipe to cleanse my face, then she gave a square of gum to me to freshen my breath. Then she left us alone, we all stared at the pale-faced character that lay in the hospital bed. I couldn't believe it what would I do without her?

"Is she going to die?" I don't know what made me say it, but I regret it because my mum whispered

"I don't know." And then burst into tears again. That really worried me because mum is normally the optimistic one, she says that things always work out and there are situations in life that seem like they won't go right but in the end, they always do. But she didn't say that this time.

I guess that we were going to have wait.