Hospital

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I was in the hospital room and I saw Lizzie and dad in the corner seats. I remembered mom dying, my foot got shot and Brenton. I didn't really see Brenton's face. I didn't really know him. I barely heard his voice clearly.
"Dad." I said softly.
"Dad." I said again.
Dad woke up and came next to me.
"Yeah honey." He said.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Your foot was shot." He said.
"Dad, I know it was shot but what did they do to it?" I asked.
"Oh. Just took the bullet and sterilized it. It wasn't that deep. Stitch 2 muscles and you got 15 stitches. You also lost a lot of blood." He said as tears flows down my face as I recalled memories of last night.
"Your friend Brenton send his regards before he left." Dad said as I smiled.
I took 3 weeks off school because of my thigh recovery, mom's funeral and grieving time and my depression therapy. When I went back to school I acted like normal even though a small part of me was already torn apart.

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