It all begins on a cold winter's night, I know a bit dramatic but it works ok. Anyway Sarah and I arrived at the party we had walked over from the apartment we lived in. When we got there all of the people there were drinking, and I was offered drinks several times but I mostly stuck to drinking water as I didn't really fell like having my mom, have to deal with a drunk diabetic teenager, she already had to deal with me once when my dad got me drunk at 12: he gave me a few beers when he had a few friends over to watch some game. Anyway getting back to the story, it was getting late Sarah and one of our friends had both had a few drinks and somehow ended up talking me into driving our friend's car. It was icy out and we ended up having to avoid another car, well I was doing this I felt a pop in my left shoulder. I don't really remember much from there as I was in and out of consciousness. I remember being moved from a gurney to an exam table in one of the Trauma rooms at County General Hospital, as my Mom looked over at me all I heard was "oh my god it's Alex". She kept asking me to say something but I couldn't respond to her. At some point they ended up sedating me to fix my shoulder. I remember waking up and hearing my Mom talking to Tony about me I opened my eyes to look at her. Then I just felt intense pain and I had this feeling that I was being ripped from my body. I saw everyone come into the room and start working on me, I saw as they cut open my chest, to try and save me. I was scared, was I dead, what was going on? Would I ever see my Mom again.
