I stood up and started to clear up the glass. All I kept thinking was my mum’s going to kill me! While I was cleaning up Chris was just staring at me. He kept saying something but it wasn’t registering in my head. Then he grabbed me, and shook me. I looked down at my arms. They where all covered in blood. It was strange because I didn’t panic. I just thought ‘lets deal with this problem!’ I went to the kitchen sink and started to run the cold water over my arms. The water just kept running red so I decided to stop.
I had been wearing a jumper tied around my waist and a large piece of glass had wedged itself between the jumper and my top. As I pulled it out Chris looked like he was going to pass out. It had looked like I had pulled it out of my back!
I went and got the phone to call my mum at work. As I dialled the number my hands where shaking. The phone seemed to ring for what felt like an eternity. Then finally a voice came on the line. ‘Hello, Rossmore Leisure Centre’. My voice seemed to seize up. ‘Um, um please can I speak to Mel Steele?’
My mum came on the phone and I explained what had happened. She told me to stay calm and that she would be home in five minutes. She also said to wait out the front of the house ready.
So Chris and me went out side and when I saw my mum’s car coming down the road it all hit me and I started crying. Chris started hugging me and telling me that everything would be ok.
We got in the car and drove to the hospital.
When we arrived we had to sign in and a receptionist keep asking lots of questions. One of them was ‘What’s the problem?’ which I thought was funny because it was pretty obvious!
My Mum, Chris and I had to go and wait in the waiting area. We had been sat there for nearly an hour and a half, when finally they called my name. Mum and me had to go and sit in a cubical. We had been there for a about forty-minutes when I started to feel really dizzy. I was standing at the time and I had to lean on the sink that was in the corner of the room. My mum came over and started asking me if I was all right. That’s when everything went black. I had passed out. I don’t really know what went on while I was out but I remember what happened when I came to. I opened my eyes and realised that I was laid on my back. There where 2 nurses, 3 doctors and my mum all crowded round me, putting cushions under my head and covering me up with a blanket. Then I was helped on to the bed. I got asked a few more questions and then a nurse came to start sorting out my cuts. She cleaned them all with warm water to wash away the blood. There where cuts on my side, my back, my arms and my hands but luckily none came anywhere near my neck or my face. The doctor said that I would have to have some x-rays to check that there was not any glass stick in me. Luckily there wasn’t so I was sent back to the room. The nurse asked whether I would prefer actual stitches or butterfly stitches. I chose butterfly because I was scared of the needle they use for stitches! So they wrapped me up and said I could go home. I walked back out from the little room I had been in for about 3 hours and saw that Chris was still waiting for me. And that my dad who had arrived was talking to him! This was a great shock because Chris and dad never used to get on but since that day they get on fine! Me, Chris and Mum went home in her car and my dad took his to go and get some tea. When we got home my Nan and Grampa where there. They had covered the back door with cardboard and made a pot of tea for us! After we had been back for about twenty minutes there was a knock at the door. It was my friends Luke and Sean. They had phoned when we had been at the hospital and my Nan had told them what had happened so they had come to check I was ok. The four of us spent the rest of the evening in the lounge talking and watching television. I couldn’t sit up straight because the cuts went all the way down my left side, so I had to lay on Chris all night!
If only there hadn’t been a power cut!
