Gradually my mind was retrieved to its normal state. I tried to wipe my sweaty brow but my arm was in unbearable pain. I remembered what had happened as my vision returned step by step. I glared around the surrounding environment and realised I was in a medical van. The main hint was the oxygen tank on the wall. I heard a woman’s soft gentle voice telling me that I would be ok but all I knew for sure that in the state I was in I pretty much doubted her words. After I had conceded what felt like hours of pain to my arm I finally decided that it would be best to give in. I took one deep breath and attempted to sleep.

          Many hours later I was awoken by a nurse who had a very serious expression on her face. I was told that I had had an accident and had broken many of the bones in the lower part of my arm. I was handed a drink of water and as I sipped it some drops of blood dripped into the drink. I saw in a mirror nearby all of the cuts and the blood oozing out of many cracks. I looked in a state of distress but I felt much worse than I looked. Around my arm was a blood stained bandage which didn’t really help any of the agony my arm was possessing. I did not know the time but surprisingly I was not worried about what was going to happen, I was just painfully curious about the last period of time I had been through.

          Miserably I elevated myself up against the pillow of the hospital bed and yet again I felt pain soothing through my body generated from my blood stained bones. I was fed a strange gas through a pipe but the pipe was shortly removed and I was passed some pain killers. Whilst I was consuming my tablets my mother ran into the hospital anxiousness filling up her screwed up worried face.