"Doctor Sikes. It's time for her surgery." Said a nurse nearby. I began
to feel nervous. What if they succeeded in cutting my legs off? What if
they had an accident and killed me instead? What would I feel like after I
died? What if I can see my parents again after I die? "What-if" questions
kept running through my head as the nurses and doctors pushed my bed to the
operation room.
"Now, I want you to just relax and breathe." Ordered a doctor. I wanted to shout and scream for the surgery to stop, but before I knew it, I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. Too heavy for me to hold up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There were shapes moving around. I could tell even with my eyes still closed. I slowly opened my eyes and peered around the room. I bolt into a sitting position as quick as lighting and peer down at my legs. They are nothing but stumps wrapped with white cloth. Tears start forming in my eyes as I continue staring.
"How could this happen to me?" I wailed into the empty hospital room. "How could any of this ever happen to me?" In rushes a nurse.
"What is it?" she almost shrieks into my ears.
"Why," I wail at her, "has all this happened to me? How come I was the one that was picked to suffer when there are billions of people on Earth. Why me?"
"That's just the way God wanted things to happen." She replied with a sigh and walked out of the room, gently closing the wooden door behind her. I felt dazed. I felt as if God, if he really did exist, didn't care about me at all. I laid my body back onto the bed and slept. Hoping that I could stay sleeping forever.
"Now, I want you to just relax and breathe." Ordered a doctor. I wanted to shout and scream for the surgery to stop, but before I knew it, I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. Too heavy for me to hold up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There were shapes moving around. I could tell even with my eyes still closed. I slowly opened my eyes and peered around the room. I bolt into a sitting position as quick as lighting and peer down at my legs. They are nothing but stumps wrapped with white cloth. Tears start forming in my eyes as I continue staring.
"How could this happen to me?" I wailed into the empty hospital room. "How could any of this ever happen to me?" In rushes a nurse.
"What is it?" she almost shrieks into my ears.
"Why," I wail at her, "has all this happened to me? How come I was the one that was picked to suffer when there are billions of people on Earth. Why me?"
"That's just the way God wanted things to happen." She replied with a sigh and walked out of the room, gently closing the wooden door behind her. I felt dazed. I felt as if God, if he really did exist, didn't care about me at all. I laid my body back onto the bed and slept. Hoping that I could stay sleeping forever.