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The Paramedics: A Short Story
One day, in June, I was at tumbling class. It was about 80 degrees and sunny. It smells like sweat, but I'm used to it. An old, dingy and torn apart gym. A drop of sweat comes down my face and I got an idea. A dumb idea. Everything was going great until something vile happened, something that I will never forget.

I was in line waiting for my turn, and I decided to go off to the side and practice one of my own tricks. Then BOOM, I broke my arm, I couldn't explain how fast it went.

My coach came rushing over, and he started calling an ambulance. Once the ambulance came, the paramedics came over. They asked me what's my name and what's my phone number and my address and BLAH BLAH BLAH, I'm sure they were just checking if I didn't forget anything that tragic. Soon my mom came, and sooner the paramedics drove me over to the hospital. They figured out it wasn't threatening, but I thought it was. They gave me some medicine to make me feel better, but it didn't make it better.

Once we got to the hospital, they opened the ambulance and rolled me out. The paramedics traded me …show more content…
Finally they put the IV in my arm and pumped the medicine in. I soon felt weak and BAM I'm put to sleep. When I was out, I had this crazy dream. It was mixed with me falling into the bottom of the world, me breaking my arm at that moment, and the hospital. Crazy. It was about 10 minutes I was sleeping, but felt like 2 minutes. As soon as I wake up, they already put the big cast on. I did NOT like having a broken arm. When I am fully awake, they ask me for some apple juice. I say sure because I haven't had a drink in 6 hours. Once we start to leave, they wheel me in a wheelchair. Only because I might not be stable enough from all the medicine I had. On our way home, my mom talks about how she felt and by that she means that she feels horrible. But I also feel terrible for me
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