Monday, October 21, 2013
Scariest Thing That's Ever Happened to Me
During the fall of 2012, right around the start of eight grade, my friend Nolan and I were in cross country practice, running around through River Oaks for an hour and a half. I slowed down as I reached the corner of West Alabama due to oncoming traffic, while Nolan thought he could dodge the cars and ran right into the street, cars seeming to be going every which way. I yelled for Nolan to slow down and be careful, obviously it was a stupid move, and he could get seriously injured.
That is when I saw what I had feared would happen, but didn't think it would in reality. Nolan got hit by a SUV. I could feel myself getting dizzier and dizzier as I saw my now unconscious friend lying in the road. I snapped back into reality as I pulled out my phone, calling my coach to tell her what had happened. While I was calling her, the driver of the SUV called 911, and the ambulance was their to carry Nolan to safety in no time.
Although the incident was extremely traumatic, the scariest part was when I found out the next day that Nolan was still unconscious, and suffering from a major concussion. That night, I went to him at the hospital. He had woken up about three hours before I had arrived, so all of the tests had already been run. After, the nurse delivered the scariest news to me out of this whole situation: Nolan was suffering from memory loss. The doctors were not sure how long it would last, but they new he would not be able to attend school for two months, at the least.
The next few days were filled with guilt and an overwhelming amount of questions on what exactly had happened in the incident, since I was the only other person there other than Nolan.
Two months later, Nolan did return to school, with basically his full memory back. Except for a few scars and popped blood vessels, it was very hard to tell he had gone through something so traumatic only a few months before.