My Injured Eye

The Hospital

When I regained consciousness, I heard my parents and the doctors arguing about whether or not I should get stitches. Oh great, They didn't even fix it yet, I thought. I was scared but happy at the same time. And confused. Don't forget being confused. I just wanted to go back home. Later, I heard the argument stop, and the doctor put a special bandage on my wound called a Butterfly Bandage. It held my skin together so that it could heal. My mom was given instructions on how to care for me, and we went home.