Personal Narrative: The X-Ray Room

I was being rolled down to the x-ray room after my 13 hour long hip surgery. Every bounce and movement of the cart sent searing pain through my body. It was all i could do to not cry and yell but as we rolled and stopped the pain stopped. We were in a room filled with equipment and two people deep in conversation. Janet ,the first nurse, was talking. “Last saturday i got my nails done and they're super cute. And then today i broke my nail helping a patient. Ugh this job sucks”. “I know right” replied the second nurse “ I literally hate it here”. At this point I was being rolled onto my side so that the nurse could put an x-ray plate down under me and the conversation wasn’t filling me with confidence. I wanted to yell at them to stop talking.
On the word excited she let go of my leg to wave her hands in excitement and my day got a whole lot worse. Pain was all that I knew. My world became a white hot flame of pain. My brain was filled with not so silent screams as my leg dropped off the table. I wanted to die the pain was so bad. Cursing and pleading came from the nurses as they tried to get my leg up and hold me still. I wanted to be still but i was no longer in control. I was shaking and screaming with the pain of a searing hot knife stabbing me over and over in the hip. I blacked out. I woke up in the hallway rushing way to fast to be safe. I was still in pain and i was still shaking. People were staring as i rushed by screaming bloody murder. It took ages it felt like time was molasses and there was no escape. More screaming came from nurses and doctors alike as i was rushed into my room. I heard my father yelling and a face came into focus. That face of the nameless nurse was the only thing that calmed me down. And it helped that she said the only thing that could make me feel better. “Lets knock him out.” they injected me with morphine and my world went