Stitch

A few years ago, in a house on the corner of California Street lived a family. My mom, dad, brother, and I.

One night, before bedtime, me, my dad and my brother decided to play a game of Nan-nana-boo boo. Nan-nana-boo boo was a game where the monster (my dad) would chase the children (my brother and I). Nan-nana-boo boo was a tradition that we played every night before bed, but that would change shortly.

The game started and my brother and I started running. We ran from room to room seeing glimpses of the monster on our tail. Although the monster was fast, the children were faster, escaping him whenever he came close. There was this one moment where my brother and I were running down a thin hallway, sprinting as fast as we would like cheetahs with the monster right behind us. My brother and were right next to each other running to the end of the hallaway. Trying to get ahead of him, I put my hand on his head and pushed myself up, this was a bad decision. In the matter of what felt like a few seconds, I was flying in the air like a bird. One problem: this bird could not fly.

My chin flew right into the corner of the wall. I quickly fell to the floor. The pain was horrendous. I started to a cry a lot. Both my parents ran over to me. When they got to me, they gasped. Although I could not see my injury since it was on my chin, I knew it was serious.

I heard my mom say to my dad, “We need to take him to the hospital.” My mom got a towel and put it over my cut. My family and I all got into the car and drove to Georgetown Hospital. We waited a long time in Georgetown Hospital, but it was too crowded and we decided to go to a different hospital. We drove down to Sibley Hospital. The doctors along with my family took me to the emergency room. While we were waiting for the doctors to come and give me stitches, I was very nervous. My parents said to me that it will be ok and that it wouldn't hurt and my brother, of course, was playing a game.

When the doctors came and started the process I remember crying from the pain. Thankfully, it only took a short time for the doctors to give me stitches. When we came out of the hospital and we were walking back to the car, I felt very manly and tough like some superhero because I got stitches. I was also very excited to tell everybody in school the next day that I got stitches. My new nickname in the family became “Stitch”.

~ Scott S.