Her Worse Fears. A/N: I'm finally uandishi a story in my spot so I hope wewe like this as much as I wrote it! PS: This is the story I used for my English practice exam! ^^
Everyone waited patiently for the doctor to come out, some of them dreaded with a mixture of fear and utter stress. I was one of them. “Anna, are wewe okay?” I felt a small hand come on juu of mine that was on my knees. I turned slightly to my little cousin, Izzy Grace. Her eyes were red from constant crying and her pale cheeks showed dried tracks of tears. I nodded and squeezed her hand. “What about you?” Izzy shook her head, her shoulders trembling.
“It’ll be fine, Iz. There’s nothing to fear,” But even with those words lingering in the air, I couldn’t convince myself with them. The door to the operation room opened and ten heads snapped up to see a man in a long white coat. He was the doctor. As he walked up to me and my family, a hospital kitanda was taken to a room down the long white hall. “Are wewe Ms. Gray’s children and grandchildren?” he asked my family. My mother who sat inayofuata to me, nodded. “Ms. Gray is unstable at the moment and cannot leave the hospital, due to the condition she is in.” The doctor explained. “The experience that she is going through is at risk, but we will, for now, monitor her until she is well enough to take leave. wewe may come and see her for an hour.” The muscles in my legs pushed forward, breaking into a sprint, as soon as I rose from my chair. Voices of my family called behind me to come back but they seemed far away. With my right arm outstretched for the door that alisema ‘7’ on it, I clicked it wide open. Someone in the white hospital kitanda looked at me with wary chocolate-brown eyes. “Anna?” her voice was quiet but it was loud enough in my ears. Tears clouded my vision as I ran up to the person in the bed. “Grandma,” I whispered, my head tucked under her chin.
“Please … don’t leave me.” I felt long, slender fingers run through my dark hair. Then a voice – a melodic, soft voice – uttered closely. “Anna, dear, don’t think that I’ll leave you.” “B-But … your condition!” I sobbed, staring at her with wide azure eyes. “You’ll die, Grandma!” My Grandma, Elizabeth Grey, smiled a kind, loving smile. “Everyone has a time to live and a time to die, dear.” “It’s not fair Grandma! God can’t take wewe – I won’t allow it!” I shook my head. “Accept it Anna. Please.” Elizabeth was almost pleading with me.
My head shook a no once again as I buried my head inayofuata to her. “No,” I sobbed. My fingers quivered on Elizabeth’s chest. I didn’t want to accept the fact that my precious Grandma was leaving, but what other choice did I have? I heard feet scuffling into the open room behind me and I knew my family had gathered to see Elizabeth. My family and I decided to stay with Elizabeth, sleeping on small mattresses and covered in warm blankets on the cool floor. I slept with Elizabeth.
Little did I know that my worst fears would come true.
Everyone waited patiently for the doctor to come out, some of them dreaded with a mixture of fear and utter stress. I was one of them. “Anna, are wewe okay?” I felt a small hand come on juu of mine that was on my knees. I turned slightly to my little cousin, Izzy Grace. Her eyes were red from constant crying and her pale cheeks showed dried tracks of tears. I nodded and squeezed her hand. “What about you?” Izzy shook her head, her shoulders trembling.
“It’ll be fine, Iz. There’s nothing to fear,” But even with those words lingering in the air, I couldn’t convince myself with them. The door to the operation room opened and ten heads snapped up to see a man in a long white coat. He was the doctor. As he walked up to me and my family, a hospital kitanda was taken to a room down the long white hall. “Are wewe Ms. Gray’s children and grandchildren?” he asked my family. My mother who sat inayofuata to me, nodded. “Ms. Gray is unstable at the moment and cannot leave the hospital, due to the condition she is in.” The doctor explained. “The experience that she is going through is at risk, but we will, for now, monitor her until she is well enough to take leave. wewe may come and see her for an hour.” The muscles in my legs pushed forward, breaking into a sprint, as soon as I rose from my chair. Voices of my family called behind me to come back but they seemed far away. With my right arm outstretched for the door that alisema ‘7’ on it, I clicked it wide open. Someone in the white hospital kitanda looked at me with wary chocolate-brown eyes. “Anna?” her voice was quiet but it was loud enough in my ears. Tears clouded my vision as I ran up to the person in the bed. “Grandma,” I whispered, my head tucked under her chin.
“Please … don’t leave me.” I felt long, slender fingers run through my dark hair. Then a voice – a melodic, soft voice – uttered closely. “Anna, dear, don’t think that I’ll leave you.” “B-But … your condition!” I sobbed, staring at her with wide azure eyes. “You’ll die, Grandma!” My Grandma, Elizabeth Grey, smiled a kind, loving smile. “Everyone has a time to live and a time to die, dear.” “It’s not fair Grandma! God can’t take wewe – I won’t allow it!” I shook my head. “Accept it Anna. Please.” Elizabeth was almost pleading with me.
My head shook a no once again as I buried my head inayofuata to her. “No,” I sobbed. My fingers quivered on Elizabeth’s chest. I didn’t want to accept the fact that my precious Grandma was leaving, but what other choice did I have? I heard feet scuffling into the open room behind me and I knew my family had gathered to see Elizabeth. My family and I decided to stay with Elizabeth, sleeping on small mattresses and covered in warm blankets on the cool floor. I slept with Elizabeth.
Little did I know that my worst fears would come true.