January 7, 2016
Dear Journal,
It was a tedious afternoon in my room reading books and writing fanfictions about them, when I heard a chronic sound downstairs. THUMP, KER THUMP, THUMP. Placing my book down, I carefully walking outside my room to see a rubber ducky on the top of the stairs. But, what mostly caught my eye was an unconscious looking toddler at the bottom of the stairs. Kevin must've slipped on the rubber ducky and fell down the stairs. I had yelled for my mom and dad from outside the house doing the garden. We rushed Kevin to the hospital, as he was put into a gourney and had an oxygen mask on his face. I can't even write, right now. My hands are shaking from worrying about Kevin. A few hours later, the doctor that was helping Kevin, he said that Kevin is been put into a coma from hitting his head on the wall when falling down the stairs. He might be in a coma for more than days, or even weeks. I might've not had been close to him completely, but he was my baby brother and I was gonna stay here at the hospital, writing these journal entries, while waiting for Kevin to wake up. But, of course, I had a "life" at home, so I couldn't stay at the hospital for long.

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