PART 3:
Hunter was having a difficult time finding a station, so his eyes weren't always on the road. I was a little tired from my day, and wanted to make sure I had energy for the night. So for about ten minutes I closed my eyes, but every now and then I would open them. While Hunter was still working on the stations he unknowingly began to drift into the other lane. The one moment he looked up was because he heard a loud horn, and the same alarming noise woke me. It was too late for him to get out of the way; we hit the truck. We hit their right side, and the left side of Hunter's car was mainly damaged. Next thing I knew I was being rushed through a hospital. The only thing I could hear was buzzing from the lights, and three voices all communicating at the same time. It was all overwhelming. The paramedics rushed me into a room and a nurse gave me morphine for my pain. When the doctor came to my room, he began informing of my injuries. I had a severe concussion, my left collar bone was broken, and I had a huge bruise on my left thigh. I also knew that the left side of my body was sore. I looked down at my shoulder to see a brace, then to my left leg; to which I found a huge dark purple bruise. I looked at the doctor and asked him where Hunter was and if he was okay. As I was waiting for an answer, I could see on his face he was trying to find a way to tell me bad news. Finally he found the words, apparently when we crashed into the truck, Hunter was severely injured. A piece of metal impaled his chest so he lost a lot of blood, and he had trouble breathing. He hit his head pretty hard when we crashed; the right side of his face was covered in blood. The paramedics did what the could to keep him alive until they got to the hospital. They told me that he died in surgery from the lose of too much blood, and his injuries were unrepairable, but they also told me that he put up one hell of a fight. And I knew he did, because that boy never shied down from a fight. I couldn't believe he was gone but I was also proud of him. I asked the doctor for a minute alone, so I could process and accept what had happened. As soon as the door closed, I balled my eyes out. I couldn't believe that I would never see him again. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, and my mind drifted off into a well on wonders. My well lead me to scene of the accident. That was when it all came back to me. I remember opening my eyes and seeing the driver of the truck hung over the front of the car; I thought he was dead. I saw a child sitting in the middle of the truck, he seemed conscious but hurt. Then I saw the mother, she wasn't hurt badly, so she called the paramedics. I then looked over at Hunter, and he was unconscious. I leaned over, took his hand and panically searched for a pulse. It took a minute, but I found it. I remember feeling relieved and happy that he was alive. But I also knew that he was badly hurt. I then waited for the paramedics to arrive; I didn't let go of Hunter's hand. When the paramedics arrived, I saw the shock on their faces. It was a pretty bad accident. I called one of them over to help Hunter. They did what they could and he was the first one to leave for the hospital. When the paramedics were tending to the child, I heard one of them say that the only way he would survive was if he got a new heart. I also heard the paramedics rule the fathers' status deceased. I heard and saw everything because I left before the mother. I felt so bad and scared.
I woke up before the doctor came back into my room; he brought my parents in to see me. I was so happy to see them. They came over to my bed and showered me with hugs. The doctor then explained to them of my injuries and what had happened. My parents were in shock but they were also relieved that I was gonna make a full recovery. When the doctor was finished, my parents asked him about Hunter. Before the doctor could say anything, I told my parents he didn't make it. They had sorrow expressions on their faces. The doctor then told my parents that he would be back to check on me later, my parents sat down near my bed and held my hand. It was a constant routine for the days I was in the hospital. I would wake up, my doctor would check my vitals and ask me how I was feeling, and then my parents would come check on me, and ask me the exact same question. But the upside was I got a lot of pink jello, and my brother and little sister, and my friends came to visit me sometimes. I loved it when they visited; it made me feel like I was outside. One day when I was't feeling too bad I got out of bed, and went to a nurse outside my room. I asked her if I could see the kid who got injured in the accident. She insisted that she couldn't give me the information of the boy, but I was relentless. I didn't stop asking until she gave it to me. When she finally gave me his door room, I went there straight away. As soon as I arrived at his door, I stood outside for about five minutes trying to figure out what to say. When I conjured up the courage, I took a deep breath and went inside his room. I introduced myself, and then he did the same thing. His name was Max, and he was thirteen. When I heard how old he was, my heart dropped. I couldn't believe that he almost lost his life at such a young age. I then explained how sorry I was about all that had happened. He didn't say much after I apologized, but when he was ready, he began screaming at me. The words he chose were vulgar and hurting. He yelled at me about how upset and sad he felt that his father is gone, and how he almost lost his life. I couldn't get a word in to say how extremely sorry I was. So I left, before anyone came in. Once I got back into my room, I climbed on my bed and began sobbing. I was trying to make it reality, that a young boy would never see his father again. All my crying gave me a headache and put me to sleep for the rest of the day. When I woke the next morning, I continued with my daily routine, but before the doctor left, he told me I had a visitor. I was confused because I wasn't expecting anyone. It turned out to be Max, he came to my room to apologize for yelling at me. I invited him to sit on my bed, and he did so. Then we began talking about how his dad, and how he really missed his him. He told me how his funeral was next week on June 29th and he invited me. I respectfully declined. I didn't feel right going to the funeral that I was felt responsible for, but since it was only beginning of the week, I had I had time to reconsider his offer. Max was telling me how awesome his dad was, and how he taught Max how to play ball, and swim, and they used to play video games together. He sounded like a really nice guy, but I couldn't take one more sentence that had to do with his dad, so I changed the subject. I asked Max about his injuries, and how he was currently doing. He told me about his heart transplant, and also how he had a huge bruise on his right thigh. And I showed him mine on my thigh, and we laughed a little because our bruises were like siblings. He told me that if he hadn't had the transplant, he wouldn't be alive today. I asked him how they found a donor so quickly, and he told me what his doctors told him. The heart was a perfect match from a kid who died on the table during surgery. He then began to describe the boy from memory of what his doctors said. As Max was speaking I began to tear up because I instantly knew who he was talking about. Before he was finished he asked why I was crying and I told him that he got Hunters heart. Max was confused, so I elaborated. Max began to put the pieces together. Before he had a chance to say anything I politely asked him to leave my room, and Max went back to his room. I couldn't believe that some part of Hunter was still alive, I didn't know what to feel about it all. I was so tired and dealing with a lot, so I went to sleep. When I woke up, I went through my daily routine with my doctors, and before they left they told me amazing news. I was being discharged on June 24th I was so excited.
When the day arrived I couldn't wait for my parents to come get me, I was more than ready to go home. Before I left I thanked my doctor and nurses for everything they had done for me. When I got home my brother, sister, Sky, Kat and Vera were waiting for me inside. There was a huge WELCOME HOME SIGN hung up in the kitchen, there were balloons everywhere, and there was also food. I had a chance to hug everyone, then we sat in the kitchen relaxed and talked about what had been going on while I was in the hospital. We were having a great time, until my friends had to leave. I was kind of bummed, but I was also excited to spend some quality time with my family. We were up until two-thirty talking and it was nice just to be with my family. When we realized what time it was we all went to bed. Liz came to sleep with me. I woke up at seven, because I was still on my hospital routine. I was sad I didn't get to sleep in. When I woke I took my medication, and sat on the couch and watch my favorite show, Fairly Odd Parents. I was alone for about two hours until everyone else woke up. My mom and dad were constantly asking me if they could do anything to help me. I did ask my brother to take me to the hospital, because I wanted to see Max. My parents didn't think it was the best idea, but I was going to go no matter what anyone said, I felt that I owed him that much. Before we left for the hospital, I grabbed a deck of cards. I thought Max and I could play a couple games, and try to bond. My brother dropped me off at the hospital and told me he'd come back later. I went inside and headed straight to Max's room. I found him just watching t.v. When he saw me he sat up and turned off the t.v. I told him about the card games we could play to pass time, because I knew how much it sucked being stuck in a hospital bed. We laughed and we played cards for about an hour. His doctor then came inside the room and told Max that it was time for his daily walks. I was a little confused, so I looked at Max, and he explained to me that since he got the heart transplant he needed to adjust to his heart. I offered to take him on his walk instead of the nurse, and Max gladly took me up on the offer. He got up, put on his slippers, and we walked out the door. He guided me towards the normal path he usually takes. We were walking side by side just talking. I then apologized for the way I acted before I left. Max and I were just talking, and then he made me play the twenty questions game. Where two people ask each other twenty questions and both players have no choice but to answer truthfully. Max asked me some deep questions about Hunter, and I did the same about his father. After about thirty minutes of walking we returned to his room. When I realized what time it was, I figured I'd better let Max get some rest after our walk and interesting talk. We had a lot of fun that day, and before I left, I told him that I'd be back. For a few days I had to stay home because my leg was fully healed, and my shoulder was beginning to hurt. I went back to the hospital three days later to find Max gone. He had been checked out a the day before I returned, but he left a note for me with the nurses. The note read, "Hey Kara, I got discharged today, YAY I'm so excited to get out of the hospital. Honestly you and I both know the food was atrocious, except for the jello. I loved the pink jello. I already asked you, and I also know what your answer was, but I hope you'll reconsider coming to my father's funeral. I'll leave the address on the back of the note. Thank you for helping me, and cheering me up. It was fun" From Max. PS: I'm really sorry about Hunter, from all you've said he seemed like a great guy, and you're a great girl.
Hunter was having a difficult time finding a station, so his eyes weren't always on the road. I was a little tired from my day, and wanted to make sure I had energy for the night. So for about ten minutes I closed my eyes, but every now and then I would open them. While Hunter was still working on the stations he unknowingly began to drift into the other lane. The one moment he looked up was because he heard a loud horn, and the same alarming noise woke me. It was too late for him to get out of the way; we hit the truck. We hit their right side, and the left side of Hunter's car was mainly damaged. Next thing I knew I was being rushed through a hospital. The only thing I could hear was buzzing from the lights, and three voices all communicating at the same time. It was all overwhelming. The paramedics rushed me into a room and a nurse gave me morphine for my pain. When the doctor came to my room, he began informing of my injuries. I had a severe concussion, my left collar bone was broken, and I had a huge bruise on my left thigh. I also knew that the left side of my body was sore. I looked down at my shoulder to see a brace, then to my left leg; to which I found a huge dark purple bruise. I looked at the doctor and asked him where Hunter was and if he was okay. As I was waiting for an answer, I could see on his face he was trying to find a way to tell me bad news. Finally he found the words, apparently when we crashed into the truck, Hunter was severely injured. A piece of metal impaled his chest so he lost a lot of blood, and he had trouble breathing. He hit his head pretty hard when we crashed; the right side of his face was covered in blood. The paramedics did what the could to keep him alive until they got to the hospital. They told me that he died in surgery from the lose of too much blood, and his injuries were unrepairable, but they also told me that he put up one hell of a fight. And I knew he did, because that boy never shied down from a fight. I couldn't believe he was gone but I was also proud of him. I asked the doctor for a minute alone, so I could process and accept what had happened. As soon as the door closed, I balled my eyes out. I couldn't believe that I would never see him again. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, and my mind drifted off into a well on wonders. My well lead me to scene of the accident. That was when it all came back to me. I remember opening my eyes and seeing the driver of the truck hung over the front of the car; I thought he was dead. I saw a child sitting in the middle of the truck, he seemed conscious but hurt. Then I saw the mother, she wasn't hurt badly, so she called the paramedics. I then looked over at Hunter, and he was unconscious. I leaned over, took his hand and panically searched for a pulse. It took a minute, but I found it. I remember feeling relieved and happy that he was alive. But I also knew that he was badly hurt. I then waited for the paramedics to arrive; I didn't let go of Hunter's hand. When the paramedics arrived, I saw the shock on their faces. It was a pretty bad accident. I called one of them over to help Hunter. They did what they could and he was the first one to leave for the hospital. When the paramedics were tending to the child, I heard one of them say that the only way he would survive was if he got a new heart. I also heard the paramedics rule the fathers' status deceased. I heard and saw everything because I left before the mother. I felt so bad and scared.
I woke up before the doctor came back into my room; he brought my parents in to see me. I was so happy to see them. They came over to my bed and showered me with hugs. The doctor then explained to them of my injuries and what had happened. My parents were in shock but they were also relieved that I was gonna make a full recovery. When the doctor was finished, my parents asked him about Hunter. Before the doctor could say anything, I told my parents he didn't make it. They had sorrow expressions on their faces. The doctor then told my parents that he would be back to check on me later, my parents sat down near my bed and held my hand. It was a constant routine for the days I was in the hospital. I would wake up, my doctor would check my vitals and ask me how I was feeling, and then my parents would come check on me, and ask me the exact same question. But the upside was I got a lot of pink jello, and my brother and little sister, and my friends came to visit me sometimes. I loved it when they visited; it made me feel like I was outside. One day when I was't feeling too bad I got out of bed, and went to a nurse outside my room. I asked her if I could see the kid who got injured in the accident. She insisted that she couldn't give me the information of the boy, but I was relentless. I didn't stop asking until she gave it to me. When she finally gave me his door room, I went there straight away. As soon as I arrived at his door, I stood outside for about five minutes trying to figure out what to say. When I conjured up the courage, I took a deep breath and went inside his room. I introduced myself, and then he did the same thing. His name was Max, and he was thirteen. When I heard how old he was, my heart dropped. I couldn't believe that he almost lost his life at such a young age. I then explained how sorry I was about all that had happened. He didn't say much after I apologized, but when he was ready, he began screaming at me. The words he chose were vulgar and hurting. He yelled at me about how upset and sad he felt that his father is gone, and how he almost lost his life. I couldn't get a word in to say how extremely sorry I was. So I left, before anyone came in. Once I got back into my room, I climbed on my bed and began sobbing. I was trying to make it reality, that a young boy would never see his father again. All my crying gave me a headache and put me to sleep for the rest of the day. When I woke the next morning, I continued with my daily routine, but before the doctor left, he told me I had a visitor. I was confused because I wasn't expecting anyone. It turned out to be Max, he came to my room to apologize for yelling at me. I invited him to sit on my bed, and he did so. Then we began talking about how his dad, and how he really missed his him. He told me how his funeral was next week on June 29th and he invited me. I respectfully declined. I didn't feel right going to the funeral that I was felt responsible for, but since it was only beginning of the week, I had I had time to reconsider his offer. Max was telling me how awesome his dad was, and how he taught Max how to play ball, and swim, and they used to play video games together. He sounded like a really nice guy, but I couldn't take one more sentence that had to do with his dad, so I changed the subject. I asked Max about his injuries, and how he was currently doing. He told me about his heart transplant, and also how he had a huge bruise on his right thigh. And I showed him mine on my thigh, and we laughed a little because our bruises were like siblings. He told me that if he hadn't had the transplant, he wouldn't be alive today. I asked him how they found a donor so quickly, and he told me what his doctors told him. The heart was a perfect match from a kid who died on the table during surgery. He then began to describe the boy from memory of what his doctors said. As Max was speaking I began to tear up because I instantly knew who he was talking about. Before he was finished he asked why I was crying and I told him that he got Hunters heart. Max was confused, so I elaborated. Max began to put the pieces together. Before he had a chance to say anything I politely asked him to leave my room, and Max went back to his room. I couldn't believe that some part of Hunter was still alive, I didn't know what to feel about it all. I was so tired and dealing with a lot, so I went to sleep. When I woke up, I went through my daily routine with my doctors, and before they left they told me amazing news. I was being discharged on June 24th I was so excited.
When the day arrived I couldn't wait for my parents to come get me, I was more than ready to go home. Before I left I thanked my doctor and nurses for everything they had done for me. When I got home my brother, sister, Sky, Kat and Vera were waiting for me inside. There was a huge WELCOME HOME SIGN hung up in the kitchen, there were balloons everywhere, and there was also food. I had a chance to hug everyone, then we sat in the kitchen relaxed and talked about what had been going on while I was in the hospital. We were having a great time, until my friends had to leave. I was kind of bummed, but I was also excited to spend some quality time with my family. We were up until two-thirty talking and it was nice just to be with my family. When we realized what time it was we all went to bed. Liz came to sleep with me. I woke up at seven, because I was still on my hospital routine. I was sad I didn't get to sleep in. When I woke I took my medication, and sat on the couch and watch my favorite show, Fairly Odd Parents. I was alone for about two hours until everyone else woke up. My mom and dad were constantly asking me if they could do anything to help me. I did ask my brother to take me to the hospital, because I wanted to see Max. My parents didn't think it was the best idea, but I was going to go no matter what anyone said, I felt that I owed him that much. Before we left for the hospital, I grabbed a deck of cards. I thought Max and I could play a couple games, and try to bond. My brother dropped me off at the hospital and told me he'd come back later. I went inside and headed straight to Max's room. I found him just watching t.v. When he saw me he sat up and turned off the t.v. I told him about the card games we could play to pass time, because I knew how much it sucked being stuck in a hospital bed. We laughed and we played cards for about an hour. His doctor then came inside the room and told Max that it was time for his daily walks. I was a little confused, so I looked at Max, and he explained to me that since he got the heart transplant he needed to adjust to his heart. I offered to take him on his walk instead of the nurse, and Max gladly took me up on the offer. He got up, put on his slippers, and we walked out the door. He guided me towards the normal path he usually takes. We were walking side by side just talking. I then apologized for the way I acted before I left. Max and I were just talking, and then he made me play the twenty questions game. Where two people ask each other twenty questions and both players have no choice but to answer truthfully. Max asked me some deep questions about Hunter, and I did the same about his father. After about thirty minutes of walking we returned to his room. When I realized what time it was, I figured I'd better let Max get some rest after our walk and interesting talk. We had a lot of fun that day, and before I left, I told him that I'd be back. For a few days I had to stay home because my leg was fully healed, and my shoulder was beginning to hurt. I went back to the hospital three days later to find Max gone. He had been checked out a the day before I returned, but he left a note for me with the nurses. The note read, "Hey Kara, I got discharged today, YAY I'm so excited to get out of the hospital. Honestly you and I both know the food was atrocious, except for the jello. I loved the pink jello. I already asked you, and I also know what your answer was, but I hope you'll reconsider coming to my father's funeral. I'll leave the address on the back of the note. Thank you for helping me, and cheering me up. It was fun" From Max. PS: I'm really sorry about Hunter, from all you've said he seemed like a great guy, and you're a great girl.
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