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1. Blood squirted everywhere. Everyone tried to calm it. As I screamed
for help, the vicious beast took a big chunk out of my thigh. People
screamed, cried, and looked at me as everything went blurry. I heard
sirens, before everything went black.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. I look around the room. A hospital room? I was
numb from the waist down. Everything was tingly. Millions of
questions flew through my mind as I tried to sit up. I was too weak to
try so I slightly turned my head to see my family asleep in the nearby
chairs next to the open window. A strangely tall, but pretty woman
approached. Her nametag said “Nurse Amy”.
“Nice to see you’re up,” she uttered cheery and cheesy. I slightly
turned my head toward the sound of my family getting up from the
chairs near the window. Noticing their faces, I could tell that they’d
been here all night. With worry and desperation in her voice, my mom
spoke up.
“Is she going to be alright?”
“She’s going to be just fine, just a little sore from where we stitched
her,” she nodded.

2. “When do you think she can come back home?” my dad asked with
concern on his face.
“Probably in the next two to three hours.” She shrugged. “I’ll be back
work and her prescription medicine.” She left the room into the busy
hallway. While the nurse walked out, my family came to my bed and
hugged me, thankful that I’m okay.
“What happened to me and why did I get stitches?” I asked frowning.
My family looked at each other with tears in their eyes, when
somebody finally spoke up.
“You got attacked by a ravenous dog. The dog took a chunk out of
your thigh and you almost bled to death.” My mom choked on the
words and rubbed her eyes. “They did major surgery on it. You were
unconscious for about two and a half hours after the attack. You don’t
remember anything because the doctor gave some kind of medicine
for your intensive memories and nightmares.
“How long have I been in the hospital?” I asked.
“Almost three days.” I looked down and swallowed, only hearing the
sound of my heart beat and heavy breathing. Hearing the harsh news

3. made me feel queasy, so I closed my eyes and slowly went back to
sleep. After my two hour nap, I was awaked by the hospital TV on.
My little sister was watching Tangled.
“The nurse just went to go get your prescription of ointment for your
stitches,” my sister said coming closer. I was too tired to respond. A
nod was my alternative response. As I stretched and yawned, my
mom walked in with two sodas for my sister and me. She handed us
our sodas when the nurse came in with her clipboard and ointment.
“The doctor said you’re all set to go. Just let the stitches heal by
rubbing this on the injury. It will heal in about four days to a week.”
She handed my mom the ointment. “Also, here’s a prescription paper
for more ointment if needed.” She looked at me and smiled. “Any
questions?” I shook my head. “Alright then.” She touched my
shoulder. “Feel better. Bye.” I smiled.
I looked at the bag my mom was offering me. I took it and looked
inside. Sweatpants, a T-shirt, and flip-flops were stuffed in the bag. I
got off the bed – the first in three days – and walked around the room
to stretch my legs out. I grabbed the bag and put the clothes on.

4. “Feeling better? Does your thigh hurt?” my dad asked, walking in the
room with a water bottle in his hand.
“Not really. I don’t feel anything when I touch it.” I poked at the sewn
up body part. We walked out of the hospital room. I was finally ready
to go home and go in my own bed. We drove 5 minutes home in
perfect silence. When we pulled up in the driveway to the house, I
opened the door and stepped out. I was glad I was home and so was
everybody else in my neighborhood. They all cheered and gathered
around me as I walked up to the door of my house. Everyone was
talking at once and it was hard to focus or concentrate on one person
at a time. I appreciated their gratitude, but the pressure was
overwhelming. After the paparazzi moment, I had a headache. I knew
the headache would go away from a nice hot shower. It was only 4:34
and I didn’t want to be stuck in the house all day. I got dressed again.
Jeans and a normal T-shirt would be the most comfortable. I walked
out the door and sat on the porch watching the cars and the kids play.
I was happy I was home.
“Enjoying life?” my sister asked. I laughed and nodded.

5. “Actually, yes.” I smiled. She pulled the other chair over and sat next
to me. “I got a question.”
“What?” she turned to me.
“What happened to the dog that almost took my life and why did it
attack me?”
“It got put down and buried by its owners. You and your friends were
taunting it while it was in the fence. It dug a hole under the fence and
attacked. You guys were running and screaming. Then, you guys ran
on top of a car. But, the dog jumped on the car to and pulled you
down and just started attacking you.”
“It was my fault and I faced the consequence.” I sighed heavily and
she nodded, gracefully. I looked down and then at the sky, trying to
remember the tragic event that happened.
“But you know what they say?” I looked at her with raised eyebrows.
“Never tease a dog.” We laughed and then looked at each other. “But
really, never try to fit in the crowd because you might face a serious
consequence.” She looked at my thigh and then gave me a small

6. nudge. I gave a smirk and looked at the neighborhood kids laughing,
playing, and enjoying life.