One of the scariest afternoons of our life would particularly be when our mother fell into a coma, it was an early November day, & I had just gotten out of the shower & started making lunch.
My phone rang & I picked it up. It was our father, but his voice was shaky & quiet, & he said to rush to our hospital as quickly possible, but the fact that he did not explain anything to me, only terrified myself and others more. I was smashing the gas the entire drive to the hospital! Countless thoughts pounded in our head, what happened? Is someone sick? Or damaged? Or…dead? The last a single terrified me, & I pushed our thoughts to the side. I arrived & saw our tearful family. My father tried to explain what happened, but all that came out was a choking sob. The hospital staff explained our mother was in a head on collision with another car, & it didn’t look good. I sat by her bedside, & prayed. I became so paranoid, the slightest sounds bothered me, enjoy the beeping of the machines in the background… Or the cooling breeze in the room, & even the a/c turning on & off. I spent everyday by her bedside & prayed… After what felt enjoy an eternity, she did come out. It was a long & slow process of getting her feeling better & back onto her feet, but I was just thankful she was alive, but ever since then, I can no longer prefer AC, it continually reminds myself and others of the hospital, & how they typically had their noisy cooling idea running.