Summer of Pain

On a sunny July day, my parents took me and my dog to my aunt’s house to swim. I got tired of swimming so I went inside to relax. My dog Indy and my aunt’s dog Cinder were playing so I laid in the middle of the floor, turning to the left to play with them. Indy jumped over me; I turned over to get her when I felt a pain so agonizing. I couldn’t move my left leg. It’s like your legs locked you can’t bend or straighten it. The pain was a severe sharp pain. My knee had dislocated.

 “Mom!!” I said as loud as I could.

No answer.

 “MOTHER” I screamed.

 “What?” she yelled back.

“MY KNEE” I screamed again.

By this time, the adults all came rushing towards me. My uncle was a coach. He examined my knee. He looked up at my parents and said “Call 911”. My dad went off to call them as my mom stayed with me to keep me calm. The pain got worse by the second. It felt like eternity before the paramedics got to the house. The paramedics also examined it.

“Were taking her to the hospital” one of the EMTs said.

 “We’re not touching her leg.” The other one said. They carefully got me in the ambulance. My mom went with me as my dad drove my aunt and uncle. They started giving me pain medicine.

“So, how old are you Kristin” the EMT asked.

“13.” I replied.

“You’re only 13? Well your about to feel really good” he looked at my mom.

“I gave her medicine for a 15 year old” he said to her.

Once I got put in a room and the doctor can in. he started talking to us examining my knee. Then POP! I screamed as it echoed. My knee was finally in place.