Personal Narrative Essay On The Three Staples

The Three Staples
I was laying on the ground bleeding the crap outta my head.
Wait i’m too far ahead let me rewind a bit (flashback). out side with the warm sunset and the cool breeze of fall elegantly blows in my face. My friends and i were playing from noon to 7-ish. We all had smiles across our faces as big as they could stretch. Running in circles and up and over, down and under random objects trying to escape the tagger who was my friend chase. The smiles we had began to fade as we obtained the shrewdness of boredom. We found a golf club and some golf balls outside by a tree so we came up with a game to where one person hits the golf balls with the club and whoever catches it wins. I thought i would be smart and stand behind my brother
I knew that if i could stay awake it would be a lot easier on me but it wasn’t an easy thing to do. Around 3 hours of running, playing and the excessive blood loss i was taking a turn for the worse but we had soon reached the ER and she rushed me and my brother in and had us sit down. While she filled out a sheet and gave it back to the nice lady. In that time i was just sitting down finally stopped crying but my eyes were still watery and red. I looked around and saw some people who looked sick and people who looked worried and the others were patiently waiting for something while looking at magazines or on their phones. I remember staring...a lot, and i felt some stares back at me. Some guy had came into the room like 10 minutes later calling out my name so mom grabbed her things and followed the man along with my brother and myself. This team of doctors had me strapped down to a table and mentioned stitches and i started crying like a baby because my dad had told jokes about getting stitches before and made it sound really painful. They decided it wasn’t the best thought because the wound was too big for stitches. I felt more relieved than i did pain. They tightened the straps and began the procedure. Mom stayed by my whole side during the operation and held my hand they took 3 extremely large staples and drove one by one into my head and 4 or the rest had to hold me down from moving too much. They got a good grip on me and started pushing the first staple into my head and it hurt a lot because the pain pills wore off and it felt so painful. Try taking a nail to your head and push. When the operation ended i got a cars note book along with some crayons for