Flash Narrative

I recall the moment when I walked into the big and cold Intermountain Medical
Center. I loved the feeling of walking into a cool building after being out in the warmth. It
was my first time walking into this hospital. I always felt excited about being in a new
setting but in the back of my mind I was also worried to see how my dad was doing.
Being in a hospital always had a sorrow feeling to it. I was wandering the halls following
the directional arrows pointing to the elevators with my two brothers until we finally
found my mom waiting for us. She was leaning against the wall and was wearing a blue
silky jumpsuit. She looked up at us and her eyes showed tiresome as if she hadn't slept
in days. As we stepped into the elevator she started rambling on about how my dad
was doing and explaining to my older brother all the medical procedures that were
needed. My little brother and I just stared at them wondering what everything meant but
still wanting to listen. As I was listening to my mom, I started getting lost in my thoughts.
I felt bad coming empty handed to see him on father’s day. I wanted to let my dad know
he was loved, especially that day. But I just continued to stare blankly at my mom not
trying to let the fear get to me.
Finally we reached the fifth floor. My dad’s room was on the other side of the
floor. I remember taking many turns and passing hallways that all look similar but we
finally reached his room, 261. The room was filled with family members visiting my dad.
All their heads turned around as we walked in as if the spotlight was on us. I’ve never
felt so many stares when walking into the room. My dad was laying on the bed, by the
look on his face I knew he was annoyed with everyone there. He likes his personal
space. I trailed behind my mom and brothers as we reached my dad. I noticed he was
wearing one of the blue hospital gowns that I always thought were weird. I wasn’t sure
if I should hug my dad or just say hi. My family was never the type to show affection to
each other. I stood there blankly looking at my dad. I felt a nudge on my shoulder
pushing me towards him. I slowly walked up to him and gave him a gentle hug and a
kiss on the cheek. I whispered in his ear “ Happy Father’s day dad, I love you.” and then
headed to the back of the room. My mom walked up to my dad. Her hand rested on my
dad’s face as she wiped away his tears. She says with a light laugh,” Of course Shayla
made you emotional. “ I looked back up from the ground. The room filled with “awe”. I
just stood there frozen. I never liked when the room’s attention is on me. Finally I sat
down on the window bed and stared out the window. There was an amazing view of the
mountains and a shopping center. My eyes were stuck on the cars heading into the
Drive Thru at the Chick-Fil-A. Car after car waited in line for their food. It wasn’t special
yet I couldn’t take my eyes off it but I didn’t want to look back into reality. All I could hear
was the T.V and the little conversations throughout the room. But as I stared harder the
more I tuned out the noise.
There was a quiet knock on the door. I turned around and saw a nurse. She had
brown hair and dark blue scrubs. She was bringing my dad his dinner. The grey tray
consisted of chicken noodle soup, apple juice, a small package of crackers and red
jello. “ Thank you,” my dad stated and dove right into the chicken noodle soup. The
nurse started pushing buttons on the machines and getting medicines ready. My eyes
followed her movements from the other side. She started speaking to my parents, all I
heard were words that seemed like gibberish. My parents nodded and the nurse smiled
and left.
My parents looked at us and started to explain about how my dad needs a kidney
donor. She told us to reach out to our friend’s parents and to put flyers up at the
churches. All I kept thinking was why can’t one of us help him? Can I give him mine? I
looked over and saw the look on my dad's face, his mouth shut and drooped and his
eyes just stared at the wall. I slowly approached him and asked “ What’s the matter
dad?” While he was still staring ahead, he said,” I have to wait for years on the list or
find someone until I can get better. “ I ask back, “ Can I give you my kidney?” He gave
out a slight laugh and said, “ No sweetie, you are too young. “ I gave out a sigh and
nodded. He handed me his jello and I grabbed it and headed to the window to eat it.
At that moment I didn’t want anyone else to feel the way my dad felt. I knew that
all the times he said he was okay, he really wasn’t. He just kept a strong act up for us. It
became one of my dreams to be a donor and to help a family. I didn’t want someone to
wait years just to feel better. I am going to be an organ donor.
My dad was able to leave the next day. But I couldn’t bear to leave him in a
hospital again. I said “ If dad stays here tonight, so am I.” My mom just nodded at me
and pointed to the window seat. I walked over and made my bed. My brothers decided
to go so I waved goodbye and got settled. My mom turned off the lights so that we could
start getting ready to sleep. The room was dark but there was still light shining around
the door. I watched people’s shadows as they walked past our room. I finally felt my
eyelids get heavier and heavier until I was out.

Flash Narrative

Uploaded by

Copyright:

Available Formats

Flash Narrative

Uploaded by

Document Information

Original Title

Copyright

Available Formats

Share this document

Share or Embed Document

Sharing Options

Did you find this document useful?

Is this content inappropriate?

Copyright:

Available Formats

Flash Narrative

Uploaded by

Copyright:

Available Formats

I recall the moment when I walked into the big and cold Intermountain Medical

You might also like