English Narrative Essay Last Glimpse of Life
It was Saturday but not a typical Saturday. I stood at the edge of the room, looking down the length of the plain white bed, where a girl lay totally unaware of the unadorned surroundings. The room was quite plain. At the middle of the room was the bed where white blankets were shifted to all directions, creating a mixture of lines and shadows that appear like grasses after the sun sets. The girl lay there totally unconscious of her state. I looked at her and saw that she was breathing quite heavily next to the pillows that lay underneath her head. Looking at her succumbed in her sleep, I pray that Ella would live longer.
I have been in the hospital for quite some time now. For three long days I have watched her move about while the doctors hurry up to give her the scope of medicine that should have calmed her down. She strangled beneath the bed as she fought her way out the blankets. The doctors tried to control her and I tried to talk to her, calm her down a bit, but it was useless. If only I could call up her family, she would hear their voices that would instinctively calm her down. I have informed her family about her state of health. I narrated to them what happened in her room that eighth day of July when she called me up to say that she doesnt feel well and that her head weighed heavy like a couple of tons. I have known since I met her in the street years ago that shes one of the victims of epilepsy and that she experiences complex partial seizures, especially when shes too tired to fall asleep. I drastically pity her state of health. All her seizures that drive us nuts whenever it came to pass. Surely there has to be something more deserving than this.
A low groan came from the direction of the bed, and I suddenly made my way towards the edge of it. Her thick eyelashes fluttered slowly until her eyes shown a shade of light brown in the middle. Thank God shes finally awake
Hmmm what time is it she asked quite unsteadily.
Its ten oclock in the morning, Ella. Youve been asleep for the past days.
And what day is it today
Its Wednesday, the eleventh of July. Youve been unconscious for the past three days, Ella. Thank God, youre finally awake. I smiled at her, and I saw a portion of the girl I rememberedthe girl who used to giggle while riding her bicycle in the middle of the street. I think you should rest and eat. Do you want this chicken broth that the nurse delivered here to your room It really looks delicious.
Ellas eyebrows met, unable to remember where she was. Later. Slowly she stumbled over the words Where am I
Youre in one of the hospitals here in name of state. I brought you here the minute you staggered through my door about three days ago. Do you still recall that incident It was hot and warm during that day, and I thought that maybe you were too tired or too hot to stay up. I do know that youre having a hard time in your summer classes. I led you here to this hospital. As you see, its all I can afford as of this time, I told her with a smile on my face.
Oh, you mean I have been absent for the past days And you cancelled the rest of your duties just to make sure Im fine
Dont think about it, Ella. I dont have classes for now. Its summer time remember I added, Dont worry about it. I already talked to one of your professors. They told me it was alright to miss class just as long as you try to make it up once youre strong enough. But dont think about it, Ella. You have to rest first. Try not to think of anything else. I smiled at her and we shared a glimpse of the friendship that we have shared these past five years. It was touchy to have someone understand your intuition.
Thank you very much, your name. Youve been very kind to me. I thought it would be great to have Mom and Dad with me here though. But its good to have you here with me really. Do you know where my parents are Or my sister or brother I tried to contact them but its of no use. Dont worry Ill call them up again or try to send a message later on. For the meantime, you must eat.
There was a small table at the side of the bed, and it was where the food was, as it was put on a white tray, with a glass of milk, some chicken broth, and a banana. I was about to get it when once again, a low groan sounded just in front of me, and I was too dumbfounded in an instant the minute I saw bubbles out on Ellas mouth. I hysterically ran outside and called for some doctors and nurses, and they ran in haste towards the room. They were all around in an instant, and it was as if something terribly wrong has made them flabbergasted. It was then that I learned what was terribly wrong. Ella was having a heart attack, but it was of no ordinary attack. It seems there are some serious complications attached to it.
While the doctors and nurses were around Ella, I ran to the door and tried to contact her family. I was able to talk to her sister, and she told me that she would contact the rest of the family. They would be here in another hour or so. I was lucky today at least. I ran back to where Ella was, but she was still unconscious. I said a silent prayer, hoping that she would make her way out of this despicable state of extreme irregular unconsciousness.
Ella was a good girl. She was just ten years old when I first held my gaze upon her, with her long blond hair curling around her head, much like the sunshine that pictures her gaiety and her childlike innocence. Beneath the white walls of the building, I can picture the laughing girl who was always riding her bicycle in front of our home in name of state. There was always that vivacious spirit I felt all around her, whatever the circumstances may have beenthe kind of spirit that we usually fail to witness these days. Now the girl was lying droopily in her bed, unaware of the heart-throbbing picture she made beneath the straw of white blankets. Despite my courage to act audaciously at the heart-provoking scene, I found myself looking back to a time when she was healthy and happy, always looking for ways to destroy our plants placed directly in front of our house. How I miss those good old daysdays when we witness good things that we later on cherish. They are attached to memories that we can only look back tothings that are permanently part of the past. Now that Ella has a complicated heart ailment, there is little chance left of seeing her again play in front of our house. Would she ever be cured from these despicable illnesses
Later on, her sister and her parents arrived. They were very thankful of my grave concern and all the help that I managed to give them. They were thankful Ella has a friend like me so they say. A little while longer, one of the doctors went out from Ellas room. Excuse me, are you related to Ms. Ella McGregory
My name is Anne and I am her mother, Mrs. McGregory blurted out, her face distinguishing a look of apprehensiveness her brows met just above her nose.
Mrs. Gregory, I shall be forthright in telling you about the case of your daughter. He paused for just a split of a second. Im sorry to say but your daughter has had serious complication, and one of the veins in her brain gave way. She was in a comatose a while ago for at least a couple of hours because of an unexpected heart attack, as we have told Mr. your name here, while swaying his hand towards where I was standing. We shall try our best to see her alive and well, but we leave you no promises, especially that her state is one of the most tragic cases of complicated heart attacks. She might not live long enough The rest of the words just died out in my head, as the picture of sweet, gaiety Ella lingered in my senses too blurry like a dream. Ella could not leave behind a future so bright and gay. By tomorrow she would be laughing her way out alive and happily swaying in her play.
I have been in the hospital for quite some time now. For three long days I have watched her move about while the doctors hurry up to give her the scope of medicine that should have calmed her down. She strangled beneath the bed as she fought her way out the blankets. The doctors tried to control her and I tried to talk to her, calm her down a bit, but it was useless. If only I could call up her family, she would hear their voices that would instinctively calm her down. I have informed her family about her state of health. I narrated to them what happened in her room that eighth day of July when she called me up to say that she doesnt feel well and that her head weighed heavy like a couple of tons. I have known since I met her in the street years ago that shes one of the victims of epilepsy and that she experiences complex partial seizures, especially when shes too tired to fall asleep. I drastically pity her state of health. All her seizures that drive us nuts whenever it came to pass. Surely there has to be something more deserving than this.
A low groan came from the direction of the bed, and I suddenly made my way towards the edge of it. Her thick eyelashes fluttered slowly until her eyes shown a shade of light brown in the middle. Thank God shes finally awake
Hmmm what time is it she asked quite unsteadily.
Its ten oclock in the morning, Ella. Youve been asleep for the past days.
And what day is it today
Its Wednesday, the eleventh of July. Youve been unconscious for the past three days, Ella. Thank God, youre finally awake. I smiled at her, and I saw a portion of the girl I rememberedthe girl who used to giggle while riding her bicycle in the middle of the street. I think you should rest and eat. Do you want this chicken broth that the nurse delivered here to your room It really looks delicious.
Ellas eyebrows met, unable to remember where she was. Later. Slowly she stumbled over the words Where am I
Youre in one of the hospitals here in name of state. I brought you here the minute you staggered through my door about three days ago. Do you still recall that incident It was hot and warm during that day, and I thought that maybe you were too tired or too hot to stay up. I do know that youre having a hard time in your summer classes. I led you here to this hospital. As you see, its all I can afford as of this time, I told her with a smile on my face.
Oh, you mean I have been absent for the past days And you cancelled the rest of your duties just to make sure Im fine
Dont think about it, Ella. I dont have classes for now. Its summer time remember I added, Dont worry about it. I already talked to one of your professors. They told me it was alright to miss class just as long as you try to make it up once youre strong enough. But dont think about it, Ella. You have to rest first. Try not to think of anything else. I smiled at her and we shared a glimpse of the friendship that we have shared these past five years. It was touchy to have someone understand your intuition.
Thank you very much, your name. Youve been very kind to me. I thought it would be great to have Mom and Dad with me here though. But its good to have you here with me really. Do you know where my parents are Or my sister or brother I tried to contact them but its of no use. Dont worry Ill call them up again or try to send a message later on. For the meantime, you must eat.
There was a small table at the side of the bed, and it was where the food was, as it was put on a white tray, with a glass of milk, some chicken broth, and a banana. I was about to get it when once again, a low groan sounded just in front of me, and I was too dumbfounded in an instant the minute I saw bubbles out on Ellas mouth. I hysterically ran outside and called for some doctors and nurses, and they ran in haste towards the room. They were all around in an instant, and it was as if something terribly wrong has made them flabbergasted. It was then that I learned what was terribly wrong. Ella was having a heart attack, but it was of no ordinary attack. It seems there are some serious complications attached to it.
While the doctors and nurses were around Ella, I ran to the door and tried to contact her family. I was able to talk to her sister, and she told me that she would contact the rest of the family. They would be here in another hour or so. I was lucky today at least. I ran back to where Ella was, but she was still unconscious. I said a silent prayer, hoping that she would make her way out of this despicable state of extreme irregular unconsciousness.
Ella was a good girl. She was just ten years old when I first held my gaze upon her, with her long blond hair curling around her head, much like the sunshine that pictures her gaiety and her childlike innocence. Beneath the white walls of the building, I can picture the laughing girl who was always riding her bicycle in front of our home in name of state. There was always that vivacious spirit I felt all around her, whatever the circumstances may have beenthe kind of spirit that we usually fail to witness these days. Now the girl was lying droopily in her bed, unaware of the heart-throbbing picture she made beneath the straw of white blankets. Despite my courage to act audaciously at the heart-provoking scene, I found myself looking back to a time when she was healthy and happy, always looking for ways to destroy our plants placed directly in front of our house. How I miss those good old daysdays when we witness good things that we later on cherish. They are attached to memories that we can only look back tothings that are permanently part of the past. Now that Ella has a complicated heart ailment, there is little chance left of seeing her again play in front of our house. Would she ever be cured from these despicable illnesses
Later on, her sister and her parents arrived. They were very thankful of my grave concern and all the help that I managed to give them. They were thankful Ella has a friend like me so they say. A little while longer, one of the doctors went out from Ellas room. Excuse me, are you related to Ms. Ella McGregory
My name is Anne and I am her mother, Mrs. McGregory blurted out, her face distinguishing a look of apprehensiveness her brows met just above her nose.
Mrs. Gregory, I shall be forthright in telling you about the case of your daughter. He paused for just a split of a second. Im sorry to say but your daughter has had serious complication, and one of the veins in her brain gave way. She was in a comatose a while ago for at least a couple of hours because of an unexpected heart attack, as we have told Mr. your name here, while swaying his hand towards where I was standing. We shall try our best to see her alive and well, but we leave you no promises, especially that her state is one of the most tragic cases of complicated heart attacks. She might not live long enough The rest of the words just died out in my head, as the picture of sweet, gaiety Ella lingered in my senses too blurry like a dream. Ella could not leave behind a future so bright and gay. By tomorrow she would be laughing her way out alive and happily swaying in her play.
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